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Playing God

Contributed by isaiyan on Thursday, 7th November 2002 @ 07:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



It's amazing what you start to think
when LSD is your friend and your shrink
you can't tell, when you're well
so early in the morning
I'm trying to make you understand my world
and it's hard to grasp
so when you're stuck in someone's eyes you'll have to ask
so when are you going to change your ways?
when living will never be the same?
let's hit the unknown and start a new religion
No, I'm stuck in my crazy sin.
I want to see that I won't lose in the situation but only win.
I'm slaving. I'm praying.
Playing God to fool the needy
They always seem to
gather in and die for the greedy.
Pictures. Bewildering.
Carving out the non existing.
Life seems to swell until death brings you to hell.

You sit on your altar and try to lead
fooling others but I can see
past your mist, past your p*ss
and your bull****
You're trying to make history!
Don't turn your back to me.
You can ignore the smell but
still I have much more to say.
The day that you will make me feel
is the day that my faith you will steal
I'll gather under the moon for your new vision.
you're playing God so well.
You deserve the compliment of the worse and that is what you are getting




Copyright © isaiyan ... [ 2002-11-07 19:30:00]
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Re: Playing God (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Friday, 8th November 2002 @ 12:45:29 PM AEST
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Wow this was a very intense poem,I liked reading it! Christina




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