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Posted by trip52 on June 13, 1999 at 21:35:59:
Life and Death
- When I was a chils they asked me to sleep, they asked me to dream, they asked me to die. In my waterfall, in my vision; I was Moses, I saw God, I was given courage, I was given hope. Words were my saber,the pen my healthiest armour. I was protected, I was safe, My powers limitless I could achieve all. -The world was my throne, the universe my domain, I was served, I was found, everything was something, everything remained. -Awake, Awake man of this world, It is time to act, its time to live. I have become the desert, the sun blinds my sight. lost on the open road, no where to go, but everywhere to roam. I have nothing, i'm weak and frail, open to attack, I have but my hands in defense. -I am now the servant, caught in the masses; where's my shirt, where's my cover, where's my coffin, where's my lover.....where's my sleep of death.
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