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posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 05:35 PM
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But dare we taint thier fragile minds with tainted values




posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 05:41 PM
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taught by the new god, known as television



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 05:43 PM
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which encompasses our daily lives



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 05:44 PM
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Rendering us impotent to the whims of the worldd



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 05:47 PM
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It becomes a burden, this moving cinematic depiction of the world



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 05:50 PM
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a moving cinematic depiction maybe, but a neverending perpetual sigh to lifes infinite whims which allows this box to continue its barage on society



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:01 PM
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whims of the disillusioned upon our fragile minds, inciting the ego....



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:05 PM
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To be content with freedoms granted by material needs..



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:06 PM
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of the sexually depraved to molest our young.............



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:07 PM
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Outrage!!! Pain!!! Anger!!! feelings overcome me.

[Edited on 7-2-2004 by worldwatcher]



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:08 PM
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Jesus ! Buddha ! Allah !, come save me...



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:09 PM
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In vain I cry to deaf ears



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:10 PM
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To blind leaders molested by false ideologies..

[Edited on 2-7-2004 by ZeroDeep]



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:12 PM
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Despair, I fall into it... allowing it to encompass me



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:12 PM
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and their children, molested by society in more than one way



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:13 PM
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In despair I remember, in utter dispair I remember those children which we once were...



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:14 PM
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so young, fragile, and yet so mature, though immautre were we...



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:17 PM
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Showered in a mind of pure thought and love of endless nights sat watching the skies.....



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:30 PM
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The first 3 pages of our collaboration:

A soul worth noting
is nothing more than a
drop in the bucket of my enternal fear of dying alone
crushing all hopes and dreams of ever
having a soul worth saving
to live in this endless circle of
Which travels constanty in a funnel of consciousness
stabbing me in the spine to get to my mind
imprinting images of pain and despair thru every cell
each muscle remembering the ancient knowledge of
death, destruction, licentious and carnal obligations to the the physical self
in search of personal wealth at a table where all the wrong cards are dealt
over and over again the elusive ace of spades never surfaces in the quest for self
But rather indulges in a world full of materialistic doubts
chance goes stealth but relief pulls up a chair next to me
To swing sweet melodies of lives lost abroad
In a never ending chasm of despair, my soul falters, tasting the edge
though i could never consider the jump
Which would cease my life of its very essence
but it's the essence which drives me, pushes me, teases me
into my self hating view of you
Molests me, mocks me, cowers before
this endless pool of my blood, bleaching the floor
But yet this very blood has given creed to a life of
random thoughts and emotions that course thru my veins
my 3rd eye remains trapped by the over confidence of my brain
And forgives no objective diversity in realities domain
Ego rules in this tortured soul
Only to be quenched by false religious ethos
The quest for God leaves me bewildered, lost and confused only to see clarity in
In my mind devoid of all content
emptiness, blackness, the envitable void in my mind is where
i find my faith waiting for me to catch up
To thoughts of men who adorned such clarity thousands of years ago
i pledge my soul just to hold an ounce of what they know
ancient wisdom lost in the modern world of technology and science
Is only visible in mere children lost in thier imagination
as they play, totally void of hate.
innocent to the dangers of the life that awaits
But dare we taint thier fragile minds with tainted values
taught by the new god, known as television
which encompasses our daily lives
Rendering us impotent to the whims of the worldd
It becomes a burden, this moving cinematic depiction of the world
a moving cinematic depiction maybe, but a neverending perpetual sigh to lifes infinite whims which allows this box to continue its barage on society
whims of the disillusioned upon our fragile minds, inciting the ego
To be content with freedoms granted by material needs
of the sexually depraved to molest our young
Outrage!!! Pain!!! Anger!!! feelings overcome me.
Jesus ! Buddha ! Allah !, come save me
In vain I cry to deaf ears
To blind leaders molested by false ideologies
Despair, I fall into it... allowing it to encompass me
and their children, molested by society in more than one way
In despair I remember, in utter dispair I remember those children which we once were
so young, fragile, and yet so mature, though immautre were we
Showered in a mind of pure thought and love of endless nights sat watching the skies



posted on Jul, 2 2004 @ 06:31 PM
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endless deep dark skies, holding the key to the door I cannot find



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