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Clown of Misery (Ode) by nocturnalism

This hatred breeding in my mind Nothing escapes the eternal conscience eye Which way can I run when every door is locked? How do I get away from these never ending thoughts? Consumed by rampant fatal infection! Nowhere to turn, it fuels the self-implosion You cannot change me! No you will not control me! Go on living on your knees Your manipulating words, your artificial smiles I've left all your lies in a burning pile My will is stronger than yours will ever be You rotting clown of misery!

<{Baba^Yaga}> 23-Feb-03/10:25 AM
Artificial smiles were true a 100,000 years ago too guys!
A pile of burning lies...?
Does that look anything like
a great white concert?
my my my

is this 'rampant fatal infection'
a virus a bacteria, or perhaps a metaphor.




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