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Free verse № 48305

Satire

Member since 2003 · Posted 29 Apr 2003 · 2 comments

Feed the other me, while I starve myself. Consuming souls I see, people longing to break free. Lead you on, build you up, smash it down, tear it apart. I play the clown, under my mask, I do hide. and in Him, I do confide. Justify the lie, truth be told, I alone, The world I hold.

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[5] <{Baba^Yaga}> 29-Apr-03/10:26 PM Reply
James hurtfield and metalurgica presents Florida! wert?
[5] <{Baba^Yaga}> 29-Apr-03/10:28 PM Reply
Could you hold the world a bit looser please? You're crushing my lawn chairs, and scaring my toy poodle.