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Mar 2010 · 546
Look Around
Distorted minds
Perceive an UNreal world
What is true?
What is living?
Look Around
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First it is yes
Then it is no
Important to come?
Or a reason to go?
Attractive and smart
Fueled by passion
Leads me to try harder
Still were constantly crashing
To speak our love
You say untrue?
Was it me? Was it you?
Both are wrong
No one's to blame
We make mistakes
Yet still play the game
I wish i could know
What you want with my soul
Is it solely to care for?
Or mainly control?
I may not have given
All that in demand
But i was there for comfort
To help make a stand
The things that you want
Change by the day
First were together
Next were astray
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
I know you love me
Its the people around us
Society
That make things so awkward
Its hard to pretend
Unsure if i'm supposed
To play lover or friend
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Mar 2010 · 544
Bliss is Ignorance
Why are some so ignorant?
Does fortune cause those to turn a blind eye?
We all suffer.
We all are ONE.
Separate we remain.
When will things change?
Let us better this world.
Let us truly be free.
Mar 2010 · 972
Sacrifice
Those who choose, suffer much less.
Those who rely upon the chosen remain lost.
Potential for greatness lies within the spirit.
Weakness creates barriers for justice.
To love differs than to make love
But we still do it
Mar 2010 · 566
ConTIMEporary
As passion dies, envy lies awake.   Stay true to the soul, there's so much at stake.   Snakes lie in the grass, they won't let you pass.   Remain eager, hungry, and fill your plate.   A conscious brain, is a relevant one.   Astronomical distinctions.   Earth and Sun.   No mere question be answered one way.   For wrong is right and right is wrong.   Yet who is one to say?   Predictions made make shallow graves.   Assume that nothing saves the day.
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Mar 2010 · 561
The World We Know
Hearts of gold, hearts of stoneThe weight is heavy upon thy throneTo speak of truth, to speak of liesTo hear the God-forsaken criesTime is here, the time is nowNo one wonders where or howBirth creates, as Death destroysWe can't ignore semantic noise

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