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Food not Bombs.
Contributed by
fixed
on
Sunday, 10th July 2005 @ 10:56:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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somewhere in a hell hole undergound
faces become annonymous.
the world crashes down just like before and before and before
in this continuos loop of fatal moments labeled circumstance.
circumstance.
nothing can justify this report i hear
upon my wakening.
We want Food
not Bombs
Answers
not questions...
Justice. Not another front page disaster.
Evacuate the terrorist from within my mind
and let me go.
We want answers,
we need them now.
we need them now.
so stop.
answer.
how could it feel?
i don't understand..
how could it feel
inside the mind
of suicide.
taking every passenger down with you.
how will you ever rest in your grave of scattered religious triumph?
wish i understood.
and just like that.
they are gone.
littered.
defamiliarised...
like numbers.
cold.
logical.
.dead.
here i sit quietly in discomfort.
waiting for the fog to pass.
waiting for the day i ask
and then recieve
justification.
answers.
so stop.
answer.
so stop...
stop.
please..
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2005-07-10 10:56:16] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Food not Bombs.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Drapes on
Tuesday, 7th March 2006 @ 05:53:41 PM AEST (User
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Wow, very good!! So powerful. Really made me think.
Great write!
-Drapes |
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