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We are ignorance

Member since 2002 · Posted 6 Dec 2002 · 3 comments

Life in depth Means nothing to anything Save your and our self Identity is a crisis Desire is a curse Perfection is unattainable We dance with Horned Angels And mock devils with wings We laugh as time passes More is always to come Here we stand on a decaying throne "Bow down before me for I am Life And Death incarnate" Nothing listens. And we grow more desperate.

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[7] Caducus 6-Dec-02/5:55 AM Reply

Good !
But I think stanza 2 could be improved because I wanted to know more about where the dance with the horned angels was and the mockery of purity, at least you avoided patronizing the subject, also is stand on throne not sit or is their an entendre their? -7-

[n/a] Freddy › Caducus 6-Dec-02/9:11 PM Reply

good stuff... I hadnt noticed any of that but thats why i submit these here. Thanks

[n/a] Freddy › Freddy 6-Dec-02/10:55 PM Reply

Ok, my second stanza was about how we how we support organizations wich we know destroy the world yet we let them play innocent and dont give them any blame.(horned angels). And how we hate and laugh at real medicines and sciences that we could use if wed just put away some of our pride like medical marijuana(devils with wings). And then despite all these evils we continue to have faith in our civilization. Despite all the evidence that it is failing us.