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May 2011
When the sun peaked down behind the frown of the clouds,

He smiled.

He had no choice!

What else was he going to do?

Wallow in the worlds new-found darkness?

When the bullets didn’t stop, and the guns didn’t drop,

And the murders and robberies still occurred worldwide and on top of it all,

He smiled.

He had no choice!

What else was he going to do?

Wallow in the worlds greed, idiocy, and blatant barbarism?

When his phone rang at the dinner table, and he discovered that his wife was emotionally unstable, and he got electrocuted whilst plugging in the cable,

And he discovered the real-life truth to the story of Cain and Abel,

He smiled.

He had no choice.

What else was he going to do?

Wallow in the fact that the past can’t be changed, or a previous series of events cannot be re-arranged, or that he would rather die than have his wife exchanged?

No.

When the world had its hands around his throat, or he misplaced his coat or remote, or fell victim to an arrogant mans gloat,

He smiled.

What else was he going to do?

He didn’t feel like falling into the same misery trap that you do,

Because he knew that trap wasn’t truth, and that misery is aloof, unlike happiness,

So… He smiled.
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   ---, victoria and the froyo
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