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*        *A tear is shed For those who are blind to the beauty of this world Who can only feast on sarcasm, writhing in irony * *It soon evaporates. Pictures of a future dressed in ribbons and lace, cast off and burned Pictures of the future carrying disdainful dystopia, infamous for invalids Hung to admire in sublime distaste by those that seek knowledge And see the repetitious antiquities of time that come to pass         But others care not for plans and the imminent Those that keep to the light of the gas And carry the past to the present Hoping for trends to try again, reliving what they had never lived Laconic and loquacious in emotions and words Against the gossip, but paradoxically Pushing for the creation of their “ritualistic social Golgotha”. Those who abuse the glory of their munificent, malicious mentality Pathetically unable to procure authentic happiness        A tear is shed. Inside the recesses of the soul where emotions dare not dwell.        It too evaporates. Trapped in fear and the “cliched harlequin speech of suicide” Begging for the masses to cast them out and find each other        A tear is shed. Never seen but felt as it evaporates. Felt by those who envelop themselves inside themselves Those who plagiarize their sick self-conscious souls Those who bring about the very misfortune they strive to devour Those who are effortlessly envied as they exploit their habitual recreations        By those who wouldn’t dream of falsified euphoria Those who bastardise and deface the name of creative individualism As waters of the soul are purged and discarded        They are felt by those And are quickly washed away in doubt and regret Keeping to the light of the gas, dangerous and warm
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
liam-dierl
Melodramatic hipsters burned in effigy
*        *A tear is shed For those who are blind to the beauty of this world Who can only feast on sarcasm, writhing in irony * *It soon evaporates. Pictures of a future dressed in ribbons and lace, cast off and burned Pictures of the future carrying disdainful dystopia, infamous for invalids Hung to admire in sublime distaste by those that seek knowledge And see the repetitious antiquities of time that come to pass         But others care not for plans and the imminent Those that keep to the light of the gas And carry the past to the present Hoping for trends to try again, reliving what they had never lived Laconic and loquacious in emotions and words Against the gossip, but paradoxically Pushing for the creation of their “ritualistic social Golgotha”. Those who abuse the glory of their munificent, malicious mentality Pathetically unable to procure authentic happiness        A tear is shed. Inside the recesses of the soul where emotions dare not dwell.        It too evaporates. Trapped in fear and the “cliched harlequin speech of suicide” Begging for the masses to cast them out and find each other        A tear is shed. Never seen but felt as it evaporates. Felt by those who envelop themselves inside themselves Those who plagiarize their sick self-conscious souls Those who bring about the very misfortune they strive to devour Those who are effortlessly envied as they exploit their habitual recreations        By those who wouldn’t dream of falsified euphoria Those who bastardise and deface the name of creative individualism As waters of the soul are purged and discarded        They are felt by those And are quickly washed away in doubt and regret Keeping to the light of the gas, dangerous and warm
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These are the teaching of a peaceful warrior Today, I saw three children burn, six buildings fall and nine families cry as twelve people died. But **** it! I’m western, It’s all cool. I’ve got drinkable water, I’ve got central heating , I’ve got a National Health Service, And an education from a proper school… Regardless of the fact that I arsed about and played the fool. I’ve got a sorted life. And the most I have to worry about is an unloved wife, Or monotonous conversations about other people’s strife. But maybe I’m wrong? Maybe I’m repressing the depressing parts of my day? Maybe I should open up to the possibility that I am after all human and that it’s a part of our humanity not to like my next-door neighbour just 'cause he smiles funny? But I guess that’s what we do. We stigmatise, bastardise and anyone who doesn’t match up in our eyes. So why don’t we stop? Why can’t we feel safe from the cops? Why can’t we trust the government to protect our jobs? I think I know why… ‘Cause it’s a fake system, Built on the belief that we’re all equal. Well… Some more than others. And if you’re more well off then them, Then **** your brothers! So let’s start a revolution. Let’s cut down pollution both environmentally and mentally, Let’s free the oppressed and resolve this mess, Let’s finally get off our chest the injustices of our generation and reform this nation based on equality, sustainability and chivalry. Not bigotry, frivolity and humility. And what of the military? We make of them what you will, But someone who volunteers to **** Is either messed in the head or run out of thrills. But think of it this way, A workforce of a hundred thousand strong, Who may not be aware of what they’ve done, Can transform this world both homeland and foreign. Commit our military to sustainability. If they want to serve their country then go build wind farms and H E Ps in plenty. Still I know what your thinking, None of this is realistic. Especially now the economy’s sick. And whomever we vote… We’re governed by ****** So let’s turn over this government, Let’s have a proper – civil – war. But instead of roundheads and sabres, We’ll strike and protest across cities and acres. ‘Cause the rich and powerful have no sway, When the people who generate their wealth, get in their way. But enough of my rants… what’s your say?
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Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
luke-reed
Teachings...
These are the teaching of a peaceful warrior Today, I saw three children burn, six buildings fall and nine families cry as twelve people died. But **** it! I’m western, It’s all cool. I’ve got drinkable water, I’ve got central heating , I’ve got a National Health Service, And an education from a proper school… Regardless of the fact that I arsed about and played the fool. I’ve got a sorted life. And the most I have to worry about is an unloved wife, Or monotonous conversations about other people’s strife. But maybe I’m wrong? Maybe I’m repressing the depressing parts of my day? Maybe I should open up to the possibility that I am after all human and that it’s a part of our humanity not to like my next-door neighbour just 'cause he smiles funny? But I guess that’s what we do. We stigmatise, bastardise and anyone who doesn’t match up in our eyes. So why don’t we stop? Why can’t we feel safe from the cops? Why can’t we trust the government to protect our jobs? I think I know why… ‘Cause it’s a fake system, Built on the belief that we’re all equal. Well… Some more than others. And if you’re more well off then them, Then **** your brothers! So let’s start a revolution. Let’s cut down pollution both environmentally and mentally, Let’s free the oppressed and resolve this mess, Let’s finally get off our chest the injustices of our generation and reform this nation based on equality, sustainability and chivalry. Not bigotry, frivolity and humility. And what of the military? We make of them what you will, But someone who volunteers to **** Is either messed in the head or run out of thrills. But think of it this way, A workforce of a hundred thousand strong, Who may not be aware of what they’ve done, Can transform this world both homeland and foreign. Commit our military to sustainability. If they want to serve their country then go build wind farms and H E Ps in plenty. Still I know what your thinking, None of this is realistic. Especially now the economy’s sick. And whomever we vote… We’re governed by ****** So let’s turn over this government, Let’s have a proper – civil – war. But instead of roundheads and sabres, We’ll strike and protest across cities and acres. ‘Cause the rich and powerful have no sway, When the people who generate their wealth, get in their way. But enough of my rants… what’s your say?
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