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stop... hammertime
Contributed by
simonwrite
on
Monday, 15th February 2010 @ 08:31:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Yet another one
A bastard child of temptation’s whorish ways
Dragged screaming out of a gated community
dumbfounded found dead in his room
with a noose around his neck
and his pants around his ankles
his serenity hung up in the closet
on stage yelling
I AM NOT A PROPHET
A barstool messiah
The blessed one of the broken beat
Flags are planted on all soap boxes with in a five mile radius
Vile wretches
Filthy children
Vomit thoughts with unfaithful hearts
Jammed down throats
Swelling the pipes
Shaking the algorithm
It’s an awakening
It’s a rude awakening when mom
And teacher and priest and god
And girlfriend or boyfriend and friendly neighborhood spider man
Say that they’re not mad, they’re just really really *****
My heart is gone
It’s followed the breadcrumbs back home
Holding hands with a responsible adult
Making sure not to talk to strangers
Looking both ways before it crosses the street
All for nothing
Because death is inevitable
It’s More promised than life
And my hand is warmer than life
And larger than a volcano
Lying dormant
We are kitchen timers
Measuring the cook timer of something bigger
Something more important
I cauterized the wound
From when I cut myself
On the sharp side of wit
Snap
This is the end
It is almost always anti-climactic predictable
Fitting
BLBLAOABOAGDAERFAWHBFBFDGASDGTA
Copyright ©
simonwrite
... [
2010-02-15 20:31:30] (Date/Time posted on
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