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Anthony Perry May 2014
This is how i have become, walking a path led by a dead man pointing to *****. A waking apocolyptic hypocrisy with an apathetic view and a systematic face, I fear that this life will be nothing less than a simplistic disgrace. I have no need for a preacher when im dead, my loved ones will be sad for a while but i would'nt want to see them misslead. My ideals are my own and my beliefs will always be unknown, this world is a glass factory and its only a matter of time before i see how far this pebble can be thrown. After this life everything about me will die but my mind will transcend and go someplace I cant quite comprehend, until that day i have to live a forced life, hiding in plain sight, taking revenge on those who have caused strife, until the day I reach the end of life, until the day i blink and see the darkness of light.
But you MissLead and cheat,
You teach us to be little
And good for nothing ******
And if we dare to raise you
A better human then
We're told We're nothing, we are put down,
We're taught the hard lesson of being wrong
As right would be too hard, too hard to take
And if we dared and managed and helped you'd find a way to punish us...


Oh... The Kid... The kid you aren't.
Oh,... The kid kidding around you aren't!
You serious child! Why won't you just live the hell out of great trouble you couldn't take!?
Harold Dec 2018
Only created

It's been made up
There is nothing Good has to prove to us
Keen observer seeking entertainment
Indeed he shared life but deaThanks is a must

Lie and lie, eledge that he has spoke
Paradise, eternity and salvation
Talk of a dilution designed to loose choice
Dream of his sight there won't be such ocation

Ought he be the help that there is not
Sure enough, gave free will even to misslead
So profets, saints of burnt up pants
While living do decide your own criteria meet

There is though what's chosen to enjoy
Be it what it may, mix pride and pleasure
So name not the Good, will do respect and gracefulness
Which will be the choices of a being without measure.

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