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Irony in Happy Apathy
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Irony in Happy Apathy |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Somewhere they say I don't care But I did, I do, its all of you Sizzle, crackle, popping, bruises on my feet Oh, such a high wall to scale Partial reality Even the air is thinner Monotonous memory Skeletons glimmer Removing that friggin mountain from infront of me Cowardice rocks tremble A king to get his just reward Giving fairly, humbly, kick that dammed skeleton Let the dead breathe Rise, Oh dead ones, rise Dirt is no challenge Nor the ocean The dross on a good idea Crossing Jordan The sober mind finds blood taste bad after all Cross Jordan on dry ground Sober mind not faint of heart Awake the dead form of the Jordan Stand with me my friend A nickle of words sharper than a sword We'll take the Lord's Supper Even if blood replaces wine And the bread is my own skin Eat and drink To wrestle is to live; to fight is to love. |
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