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The lonely little shepherd boy Sat on the moonlit hill Basking in the glory Of the thrill Of his first **** First to die was father Aborted in his prime Next to die was mother For ignoring all the signs Cut them into pieces Tossed them in a trunk Had a cry Waved goodbye Until the ******* sunk And sunk they did There in that trunk Erasing all Boy's fear And After it was over Life’s mist began to clear Saw his future beckon him *"Hurry now be quick time is of the essence we cannot miss a trick. Gather up all your belongings Meet me down the lake. There are things we need to talk about. Things we need to contemplate”* Boy was pretty nifty Packed up all his bits Raced down to the rendezvous But left behind his wits Along the way Boy was plagued With demons of self doubt *Whisper Whisper Whisper* Boy could not block them out Wormed their way into his mind Boy was fit to burst Panic overcame him Boy now thought that he was cursed Reached deep into the hold all Pulled out his father’s gun Placed the barrel in his mouth Killed his parent’s son The lonely little shepherd boy Died on that moonlit hill Is there really such a concept as the notion of freewill?
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
Freewill
The lonely little shepherd boy Sat on the moonlit hill Basking in the glory Of the thrill Of his first **** First to die was father Aborted in his prime Next to die was mother For ignoring all the signs Cut them into pieces Tossed them in a trunk Had a cry Waved goodbye Until the ******* sunk And sunk they did There in that trunk Erasing all Boy's fear And After it was over Life’s mist began to clear Saw his future beckon him *"Hurry now be quick time is of the essence we cannot miss a trick. Gather up all your belongings Meet me down the lake. There are things we need to talk about. Things we need to contemplate”* Boy was pretty nifty Packed up all his bits Raced down to the rendezvous But left behind his wits Along the way Boy was plagued With demons of self doubt *Whisper Whisper Whisper* Boy could not block them out Wormed their way into his mind Boy was fit to burst Panic overcame him Boy now thought that he was cursed Reached deep into the hold all Pulled out his father’s gun Placed the barrel in his mouth Killed his parent’s son The lonely little shepherd boy Died on that moonlit hill Is there really such a concept as the notion of freewill?
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bathsheba
English
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
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