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The grey Themes flows like molasses Key figures bustle about the impending law Like ants on a crumb of coffee cake What seemed so important on that dark day Flutters past like wind through a forgotten rake What is more treasured than this entanglement? The men with insipid wigs evidently The public does not compare to Parliament Bicker until your tongues swell into pink sausages Time is a hair, caught on a nail in a plank, laying in the field Insomuch as your ignorance to the turnshoes clacking underneath you The porcelain haired fellows unfortunate to yield Barrels of whiskey they are not It’s a keg of a different sort Guy thinks the fight is worth being fought To worship is to be free after all In the minds of zealots that’s justification enough It was free reign in Eden before the fall There’s no formality strike the brimstone Cognition upon the floor erupting beneath them Cricket in the corner little black legs hone Not insects, yet footsteps close Law prevails no fireworks tonight Religious freedom prevails? Who knows? It was foiled, ruined by one member Gunpowder plot posse found the gallows Perhaps no one will remember the fifth of November
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Finn_Taylor1013
Out Fawkes(ed)
The grey Themes flows like molasses Key figures bustle about the impending law Like ants on a crumb of coffee cake What seemed so important on that dark day Flutters past like wind through a forgotten rake What is more treasured than this entanglement? The men with insipid wigs evidently The public does not compare to Parliament Bicker until your tongues swell into pink sausages Time is a hair, caught on a nail in a plank, laying in the field Insomuch as your ignorance to the turnshoes clacking underneath you The porcelain haired fellows unfortunate to yield Barrels of whiskey they are not It’s a keg of a different sort Guy thinks the fight is worth being fought To worship is to be free after all In the minds of zealots that’s justification enough It was free reign in Eden before the fall There’s no formality strike the brimstone Cognition upon the floor erupting beneath them Cricket in the corner little black legs hone Not insects, yet footsteps close Law prevails no fireworks tonight Religious freedom prevails? Who knows? It was foiled, ruined by one member Gunpowder plot posse found the gallows Perhaps no one will remember the fifth of November
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So i read a book Can you guess the name? V for Vendetta This title's to blame For this anarchic writing In my head, not the wall I'd just like to know, How far, as humans we can fall Not much from reality I was stolen by fate Writing of mortality Making my head ache Taking drugs as aspirins Figuring out what living means Stolen by Fate and triggered by time It's ****** up like a pink truck and slithering into my sick mind A painted red soul ran afoul of God forbid individuality Only to have your mind crushed by reality No im not going in I refuse to think of timing and pain Left home as a better writer to leave the game Putting guns to my head Thinking im mislead Being a fool and too selfish To realise im sane Remember remember The fifth of November The day the voices began to plot I see know reason why high Mental treason should ever be forgot So now walk with me Ill make you all see That circles are redder than triangles As the sea of memories tangles
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
neroameealucard
Vendetta Mask
So i read a book Can you guess the name? V for Vendetta This title's to blame For this anarchic writing In my head, not the wall I'd just like to know, How far, as humans we can fall Not much from reality I was stolen by fate Writing of mortality Making my head ache Taking drugs as aspirins Figuring out what living means Stolen by Fate and triggered by time It's ****** up like a pink truck and slithering into my sick mind A painted red soul ran afoul of God forbid individuality Only to have your mind crushed by reality No im not going in I refuse to think of timing and pain Left home as a better writer to leave the game Putting guns to my head Thinking im mislead Being a fool and too selfish To realise im sane Remember remember The fifth of November The day the voices began to plot I see know reason why high Mental treason should ever be forgot So now walk with me Ill make you all see That circles are redder than triangles As the sea of memories tangles
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