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Passion and Warfare
Contributed by
Darkscorpio
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Saturday, 25th January 2003 @ 01:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Passion? Warfare? Which one am I?
Love? Hate? Which one will die?
Intense sensuality and a content heart's thrill
Or a maddening voice, directing to kill
Warfare swears to forever defend
And protect Passion's soul, makes sure the wounds mend
Passion gives pleasure, allows you to feel
If abused in any way, becomes Warfare's steel
Raging battle, erupts over love
Possession-Obsession, soul feels terror from above
Vying for control, dying is your mind
Trying to balance, being cruel or being kind
If Passion gains control, your heart will shatter
If Warfare comes to power, your love will not matter
Fire from my touch, Ice from my eyes
Which one will I be, frozen solid or burned from lies
And as each force pressures, the little boy inside
Passion becomes Warfare, to destroy is what man decides
Passion? Warfare? Which one am I?
Passion grows...Warfare cries
Warfare kills...
...Passion's lies
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2003-01-25 13:20:00]
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Re: Passion and Warfare
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 27th January 2003 @ 09:18:19 PM AEST
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Such a powerful poem.
It certainly imports the odd (and somewhat twisted) paradoxes that govern our lives everyday! |
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Re: Passion and Warfare
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by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 11:04:16 PM AEST
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i loved this poem. this was excellent.
Vying for control, dying is your mind
Trying to balance, being cruel or being kind
If Passion gains control, your heart will shatter
If Warfare comes to power, your love will not matter
Fire from my touch, Ice from my eyes
Which one will I be, frozen solid or burned from lies
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