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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!
Up the ladder:
Senses
Down the ladder:
leaving
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Posted: February 22, 2003 11:24 PM PST; Last modified: February 22, 2003 11:24 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1152606 Overall Rank: 5984 Comments:
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Mr Pig @ 195.92.194.15
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23-Feb-03/5:03 AM
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Yes, Yes one can see a story unfolding here, Artificial smiles, so true this day and age. 6
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.
The infection is really only partly metaphoric. Because its a virus of the mind. its what happens when you get attacked by a suckubus otherwise know as x-girlfriend.
O_O coo....
GAH HERE IT IS! Woops b4 i had meant to put an 8, when i saw the 4 i was confused.......for a long time .....so imma put 8..is this legal?! lol
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