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"Dancing with missing appendages" by TheDismantled

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Curse you,
and your mystic melodies.
Can't you hear, what I've tellin you.

Your lies turn mutts into pedigrees.
Curse the gifts,
I have been giving you.

Chew the vain,
I'm sellin you.
Scream the verb, I'm a being to.

A muffled yell apology,
it's too late, it's me that's killin you.
Victim of my own morality,
listen to what I'm feeding you.

Change your image to the virgin Mary.
Maybe then, We'll pretend to listen to you.







      -Mason Allison



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On Friday April 27th, 2007, Bella Butchery (1140) writes:
i can imagine this to a stand-bass line and a glass of whiskey... kudos.


On Saturday April 14th, 2007, GraveFlower (383) writes:
wow, love the slang, it gives it a nice touch, you never cease to amaze me with any of your work! ~*dani*~


On Thursday April 12th, 2007, Mylissa (1075) writes:
I agree with Mike...a tragic tale spun in vibrant words.


On Thursday April 12th, 2007, Alanarchy (1689) writes:
This is a sledghammer to a plane glass window. Nice.



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