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Fri, 28 Jul 2006 at 12:16am
The Flaming Midnight Light (A one moment's expansion)
Now give it rhyme and rhythm
A duration of time
Systematically with them
Surprisingly Lithium
I remember music, once upon a time
It wasn't about the political message inside
I think of that one Secret Girl
She was the secret little center of my secret little world
Yeah well now that it's gone
I better fucking adapt
If there's a place to go
I've got to put a face on and act
It's not about what, but who
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Cover my ass, think quick too
They do control me and you
Is everything strange right here, right now
Get used to it, or get kicked out
Mowed down thrown down
A mutilated body on the ground
Yeah well now that it's gone
I better fucking adapt
If there's a place to go
I've got to put a face on and act
Ever considered this
I'm a dumbass kid
Your blown mind is kicked
Over and over and over and over and over and
Yeah well now that it's gone
I better fucking adapt
If there's a place to go
I've got to put a face on and act
I blame it on brain disease
It's my cerebral dawn
Give me my meds, please
Anyway, I'm now at ease
Will I ever get a break
I think my life's at stake
Falling up or falling out
A thought to make my life an ache
Am I going to live
Or am I going to die
Somewhere in between
Is not where I can reside
Is something just ending
Or is something beginning
I must make a decision
There's no time for reconsidering
Is it selling out
If my soul is a whore
I can be a martyr
But life's such a bore
Try to be epic,
Make a biblical reference
Brain calisthinetics
I am dead
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awsome poem
spose u cant kill the anti christ, anyway in reality i doubt he is the antichrist, cus even the antichrist would be driven mad by that siong, hes a force far greater lol
I like this poem. I don't exactly like that you have to feel what this poem expresses (that's if you are, and you are who I think you are).
I'd like to hear this poem as it was intended. The rhythm and rhyme is a little erratic, which is slightly confusing; I think those aspects do work though, I just can't make sense of them. I particularly like this:
Am I going to live
Or am I going to die
Somewhere in between
Is not where I can reside
'nthis:
Is it selling out
If my soul is a whore
I can be a martyr
But life's such a bore
Am I right in thinking the selling out being bowing to the persecuting party to make things easier?
I like it. When I read it, I interpret it like song lyrics or a slam poem. Do you think of it as just a written poem, or do you see it in a performance way like I do? I'm interested to know your intentions for your own work.
i really like this for whatever reason. i agree with evilfuzzymonster, i'd like to know what exactly it's supposed to be.it does remnd me a lot of spoken word/slam poetry stuff. perhaps that's why i like it.