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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
brave like that.... #poetic
( march 2nd 2009 )
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In a land of thiefs,
One will stive to be free.
Unburden to lies one grows strong,
to face the sloth of big-government.
Biting fleas plage the land.
With notepads in hand, the sleeping worship,
THE KING of salacious speech.
( for the awake)
Day's of SLEEPING are gone,
replaced with stregth to see .
Vigilant old owls stand ever green and strong,
looking deep beyond the dark.
A new we forge a shining Kingdom
on a hill, to tower boldly in a land of the free
for the free.
(for the sleeping)
Dark kreeps over the sleeping
Only the seeres are awake
but they have gone.
The sleepers are left for dead
as a plage of fleas cover their heads.
BLOOD is sucked out drop by drop.
The sleepers sleep.
The BLeeDers bleed.
the anemic fall.
drop by drop.
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In a land of thiefs,
One will stive to be free.
Unburden to lies one grows strong,
to face the sloth of big-government.
Biting fleas plage the land.
With notepads in hand, the sleeping worship,
THE KING of salacious speech.
( for the awake)
Day's of SLEEPING are gone,
replaced with stregth to see .
Vigilant old owls stand ever green and strong,
looking deep beyond the dark.
A new we forge a shining Kingdom
on a hill, to tower boldly in a land of the free
for the free.
(for the sleeping)
Dark kreeps over the sleeping
Only the seeres are awake
but they have gone.
The sleepers are left for dead
as a plage of fleas cover their heads.
BLOOD is sucked out drop by drop.
The sleepers sleep.
The BLeeDers bleed.
the anemic fall.
drop by drop.
