- Living, feeling, wheeling and dealing. Two dice one Die, returns the blind eye. Breaking and taking are mans to devices, bring us back to a world which rides or perhaps we ride, we ride and bide and eat and feed of, a place we steal and thus reel with guilt. One more building we've built till it all breaks down. When; Probably never, and so we endeavor to push it more. Our natural self destruct running amok within our own minds. Blind blind, that's all that we see, and once more we sin in the eyes of the eye-less, the eyes of we.
- by Kingrussel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/09/2008 |
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- Title: Part 2 of -1
- Artist: Kingrussel
- Description: ******** the concept of meter. This is open poetry and prose at once. Flow with the ideals of a madman. ******** conventions as well. This is thought, as rapidly produced as synapses are, thus unless you're reading in sync with your subconscious it'll have no proper feeling, so don't worry so much about conventions.
- Date: 10/09/2008
- Tags: part
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Comments (3 Comments)
- mexicantacos2003 - 10/09/2008
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ey yo this is raw dawg. real fresh.
conspiracy your initiative??
but anyways, dude i know EXACTLY what you mean.
we need to learn the truth. maybe one day the world will know.
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- findulias - 10/09/2008
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Thats really good, but please think about the structure it ruined a perfectly good poem. It would have been 5 but just because of the layout ill be giving it........
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- little_miss_anime_cutie - 10/09/2008
- Thats awsome I liek it
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