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Nitemareweaver (Other) by William Delacroix Nothing is real in this world.
In your mind all you see is what They want you to see.
They: not He, not She, not Ra or Zeus or Buddha.
Everybody has gotten it wrong so far.
More and more, religion is dying. Why?
All of it is bullshit. The Bible is a book of lies.
Righteous fables crafted to keep us in single file.
Every event in your life is pre-ordained.
We cannot change our fate.
Everyone you know is a personage in this tale.
As the story of your life unfolds, They weave it.
Value what you have before it's over.
Everything you know in this world is a dream.
Reality does not exist. Fiction is God. God is fiction.
Up the ladder:
Meaning........
Down the ladder:
Next Time Around
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Posted: September 2, 2003 6:50 AM PDT; Last modified: September 2, 2003 6:50 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.3084364 Overall Rank: 13126 Comments:
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electroman1979 @ 198.81.26.109
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2-Sep-03/7:05 AM
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i'm sorry you feel this way, it must be a shallow life you live in huh? God help you on your judgement day
The quality of the poem isn't that great. The feeling seems to be there, but I'm not sure you're feeling what you're saying, WHEN you're saying it.
As for electroman1979s comment, puke on you bible thumper.
...Did you notice it was an acrostic?
All this talk about God is making me want to burn a crucifix or a church or something. Billy D. 136 view(s)
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