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Elysian Birth
Contributed by
MrMojoRisin
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Saturday, 7th February 2004 @ 01:00:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Finding yourself pulled out with the tide
Mulling over your mental suicide,
You know that it wont ever be better,
While you hide the pain of your Scarlet Letter.
Every night you hear deaths solemn bell;
Sheep go to heaven, the goats burn in hell.
Now study thy soul with an inner glance,
For the end is near, you missed your chance.
So go smoke your stuff, and get high as the sky,
For from this point on its either do or die.
As death stares you down the blade of your knife
The sun slowly sets on the days of your life.
Life passes you by in front of your face
Your wrists pour red wine as youve finished the race.
Its all over now, your clothes soaked in blood.
But an olive branch may follow the flood.
The cycle continues, three days on this earth,
From absolute death shall come Elysian birth.
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MrMojoRisin
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2004-02-07 01:00:10]
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Re: Elysian Birth
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 04:04:11 AM AEST
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Re: Elysian Birth
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by Stitch on
Saturday, 6th March 2004 @ 10:30:56 AM AEST
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I understand. This is beautiful. Very well done. I'm glad I decided to check out your stuff. Can' wait to read more.
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