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Discuss how you can get so cuncussed in my presnence. Rewind back to the the time when I was a menece. To society that the majority was agains me. Forget the slander that the drunken wife caughs up to her daughter. In return she runs to dealer and sinks her dreams away. With money in hand and a lighter pocket, strutting down the road with intent to enjoy his newfound currency. He strikes a match and lights the night. Next him stands a pile of broken bones, broken thoughts that seem to show the meaning to the downfall of the sky, causing the apocolypse in a sence of mind. As the sky falls, a bluebird sings, so merrily and blissfully. Gliding along, trying to stay alive, a projectile appeared and caught the mans eye. It shot through the air like a bullet devine. Crash. The bird falls out of the sky. Out of flight, following the sky downward, hitting the rocks, the blood causes a blur. In the sceme of thigs on this world. This wasn't supposed to be, here, there's more at work. The bird decays and brings new soil, follows a flower and grows upward. To what used to be the sky, but now its tatterd, nothing for it to look forward to now, it starts to die inside, its a disease or a curse. Either or, it spreads throughout. The body, mind, spirit, it seems a bit crowded when its done. Bursting through the feather and hide, sulking along, everything on the mind. It takes a form, four limbs, two eyes. Long blonde hair with a concrete sight. Walking down to a place unknown, leaving behind a wake for show.
 Pirate of the Void · Thu Feb 24, 2005 @ 12:11am · 6 Comments |
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