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A thousand thoughts on a carousel, religious treason to that I fell,
cruel jokes and demented tales parade my thoughts dressed in compromised lies, how well they fit a desperate mind.
So much intel creates a fine line between heavan and hell,
a genuine passion under investigation from a source that cannot be confirmed.
Chinese whispers within a book of lies will no longer surfiest,
a brazen god of human touch is what I long to reinstate a faith
of self provided trust, and if faith lies within then damn me to hell
for I have walked the devils playground and found no solace in gods pasture, so keep your wine and fuck your bread for we are one,
and for I to accept you,...you must accept me.



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On Sunday May 18th, 2008, Chaos God (59) writes:
A Fanatic Love People Have For A Being That Brings Not But Pain. I Completely Mirror The Line "I have walked the devils playground and found no solace in gods pasture, so keep your wine and fuck your bread for we are one" Thanks For The Awesome Read.


On Wednesday April 16th, 2008, After hours (477) writes:
Thanks for all your feedback urban, they were early works before I learned poetry isn't all about the rhyme, but I'm learning alot from this talent packed site that is DP, cheers mate


On Wednesday April 16th, 2008, urbanhumility (1317) writes:
you give twist to already surreal poetry......your word is very well spoken.............urban


On Tuesday March 18th, 2008, Chunky (60) writes:
the last two lines gave me shivers.


On Wednesday November 14th, 2007, Geisha (801) writes:
Amen...-Airi


On Wednesday November 14th, 2007, blue (1784) writes:
amen. ~b


On Wednesday November 14th, 2007, Alanarchy (1611) writes:
Hell yeah. Pass the tray.



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