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The Enemy comes to Steal, **** and destroy But before he plunges you Down to the dark abyss, Your ultimate defeat He will cause you to, to, too, toooooooooo ----------f l a t l i n e---------- He will set a feast of lies before you where Every sweet, delectable crumb Is poison that will Numb You from your head down to your toes The poison won't Make your ears deaf Or your eyes blind It will seep in deeper in your system And cause your brain to harden And your heart to grow cold It will inflict hallucinations And bring your conclusions to distortions. To hunger, poverty, you will say "That happens everyday" Injustice, greed "Everyone does it anyway" Pain, sorrow "That is normal, usual" "All is just the way it should be" "Everything is ok" So now you will fade to Inaction, stagnation And your life will end Into mere existence And so now you will drift And roam This aching, weeping world That you've tolerated in a ----------f l a t l i n e----------
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
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The Enemy comes to Steal, **** and destroy But before he plunges you Down to the dark abyss, Your ultimate defeat He will cause you to, to, too, toooooooooo ----------f l a t l i n e---------- He will set a feast of lies before you where Every sweet, delectable crumb Is poison that will Numb You from your head down to your toes The poison won't Make your ears deaf Or your eyes blind It will seep in deeper in your system And cause your brain to harden And your heart to grow cold It will inflict hallucinations And bring your conclusions to distortions. To hunger, poverty, you will say "That happens everyday" Injustice, greed "Everyone does it anyway" Pain, sorrow "That is normal, usual" "All is just the way it should be" "Everything is ok" So now you will fade to Inaction, stagnation And your life will end Into mere existence And so now you will drift And roam This aching, weeping world That you've tolerated in a ----------f l a t l i n e----------
It's 2 am, Monday. I couldn't say no to the call of inspiration and idea; I might completely forget if I wait.
marge-redelicia
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
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