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The Secret

by nentwined

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 10 comments

There are no adults. That's why we made gods. Governments. Lawyers. Childhood bullies learning consensual rules. Mostly not knowing that they're just rules. Rules, like in any other game. Not laws. Nothing is certain but death. And even then -- who knows?

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10 comments

[1] anonymous 24-Jun-01/7:34 PM Reply
Write more.
[1] anonymous 2-Jul-01/1:14 PM Reply
good point.
[n/a] T. Becquerel 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM Reply
"There are no adults..." I couldn't agree more. "Nothing is certain..." well... heheheh.... we can only hope....
[1] anonymous 7-Aug-01/2:08 PM Reply
True 'nuff.
[n/a] ifni 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM Reply
*nods*
[8] Owner of the Sky 12-Jul-02/2:17 AM Reply
I like the fact that there are no adults. Justifies me being bratty from time to time. ;o)
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 12-Jul-02/2:49 AM Reply
How dare you! You bring the disfavour of the Gods upon us all with such insolence! The Gods made us. We did not make the Gods. To argue otherwise is naughtiness.
[8] moonUnit 17-Dec-02/8:24 PM Reply
I like this poem a lot, it's well-written and true, although the ending seems a little disconnected. 8.
[7] trina_marie_73 29-Mar-03/7:37 AM Reply
nice
[n/a] Shuushin 31-Dec-04/6:40 AM Reply
Do I agree with the premise? I agree we made gods, but as for the reason - we'd have to agree on a definition of an adult.

I put this in the category of "thoughts that might turn into poems".