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Contributed by
BSteel
on
Saturday, 25th March 2006 @ 02:53:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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All the stars will mold into our hands,
for everything is politics,
And I hold the magic pen,
The fame will force itself,
like an oncoming wind,
As God as my witness,
humble Hollywood,
in a spiritual awakening,
a real actor on God's stage,
I feel the begginning,
of the resonable, rational,
decipher of the vernacular,
has already achieved things spectacular,
yet it seems the truth is often too hard to bear,
Even my family remains somewhat ignorant,
to the signs, oh Lord, the hunger,
the drive to fame,
Roadblocks like great hurricanes,
Came my way,
affecting my sanity,
the government is trying to pull off the biggest ***** robbery,
of intellectual property,
to them I say, don't test the kid for he will fight till his dying day,
for he is cocked back logically,
to spread peace like Ghandi.
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BSteel
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2006-03-25 14:53:43]
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