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I've been a naughty boy. A very naughty, little foolish. Big bra. I questioned their love for me, so they locked me in the dungeon. If they took me seriously then maybe a respectable bruise...but not this.
Together they are, always together
Smoke they blow, always smoke
The belt they lift, always leather
They breath to me, I always choke
Their world I'm in, always theirs
Both together, always in pairs
To have an independant, curious mind in my world is an automatic jail sentence. I used my brain. I thought. Outwitted my own wits. It was to be my undoing. Both of them turned on me. One would feed off the others plain ignorance and big-headed realism. A cursed combination for little old me and my feelings and thoughts which question why I exist.
The spiral staircase sends me down down down, Like the best posts
I cannot see the next step, the darkness spins me round
Proud they are, of their hedonism, each parasite attached to their hosts
Why must the silver chalice oppose, their love nest mound
All togther am I, my thoughts of this time will never be found
The last step of the spiral staircase kissed my bare foot sole good luck. I was already bloody and eyelids they were a sweating. As soon as I entered the room at the bottom of the stairs. It all changed. The hope of justice and dreams went out like. The candles blown out my a peaceful ghost. The atmosphere changed and the tension reached black levels. The climax of my punishment was shaking my heart. My insides being shook.
Before one of them kicked me into the middle, I seen a crest of light. From above, it declared hope. A cloud might be up there.
One of their nicotine tar gloves hammered a red switch.
*Shwuuuuuuuuuuuh* (A metal cage descendeds at a speed) *BUROMB* (It lands with a hellish thump and traps me)
Both turned and clambered the stairs. Leaving the darkness to rid my mind of hopeful thoughts. Not much could I move. I wasn't filled that much with hate. But in a percussion instrument kinda way, wishing to the black star at the top of the room, I would be elevated to a higher purpose following these traumatic events.
Beaten badly already I fell into a healing sleep. I dreamt of a white winged horse. It swirled me to the pinnacle of a snowy rock. It healed my wounds, mother.
I was then awoken by their jeers.
GETTIN REALLY BORED NOW
To cut a long story short.....
They said "we are isolating you"
I said "why, what are you representing?"
They said "Religious topics"
I said "Am I representing good stories and poems etc.?"
They said "Yes"
"Oh"
Together they are, always together
Smoke they blow, always smoke
The belt they lift, always leather
They breath to me, I always choke
Their world I'm in, always theirs
Both together, always in pairs
To have an independant, curious mind in my world is an automatic jail sentence. I used my brain. I thought. Outwitted my own wits. It was to be my undoing. Both of them turned on me. One would feed off the others plain ignorance and big-headed realism. A cursed combination for little old me and my feelings and thoughts which question why I exist.
The spiral staircase sends me down down down, Like the best posts
I cannot see the next step, the darkness spins me round
Proud they are, of their hedonism, each parasite attached to their hosts
Why must the silver chalice oppose, their love nest mound
All togther am I, my thoughts of this time will never be found
The last step of the spiral staircase kissed my bare foot sole good luck. I was already bloody and eyelids they were a sweating. As soon as I entered the room at the bottom of the stairs. It all changed. The hope of justice and dreams went out like. The candles blown out my a peaceful ghost. The atmosphere changed and the tension reached black levels. The climax of my punishment was shaking my heart. My insides being shook.
Before one of them kicked me into the middle, I seen a crest of light. From above, it declared hope. A cloud might be up there.
One of their nicotine tar gloves hammered a red switch.
*Shwuuuuuuuuuuuh* (A metal cage descendeds at a speed) *BUROMB* (It lands with a hellish thump and traps me)
Both turned and clambered the stairs. Leaving the darkness to rid my mind of hopeful thoughts. Not much could I move. I wasn't filled that much with hate. But in a percussion instrument kinda way, wishing to the black star at the top of the room, I would be elevated to a higher purpose following these traumatic events.
Beaten badly already I fell into a healing sleep. I dreamt of a white winged horse. It swirled me to the pinnacle of a snowy rock. It healed my wounds, mother.
I was then awoken by their jeers.
GETTIN REALLY BORED NOW
To cut a long story short.....
They said "we are isolating you"
I said "why, what are you representing?"
They said "Religious topics"
I said "Am I representing good stories and poems etc.?"
They said "Yes"
"Oh"
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Because everything in life should be aimed at a purpose, that way jobs are fufilled and life continues with meaning.
Why must it have purpose FF?
Ju§t Tinkª wrote:
> You get the idea though.
Well, good. Now you wrote that, I do indeed understand it now.
pop
> You get the idea though.
Well, good. Now you wrote that, I do indeed understand it now.
pop
Just didn't understand the thinking behind it.
Forest Fan wrote:
> I didn't understand it one bit.
You don't understand allot of my pointless stuff.
Correlation found?
> I didn't understand it one bit.
You don't understand allot of my pointless stuff.
Correlation found?
Ms NY wrote:
> *POP*
>
> Stay. At the damn top.
>
> *confused*
You get the idea though.
:¬P
> *POP*
>
> Stay. At the damn top.
>
> *confused*
You get the idea though.
:¬P
I didn't understand it one bit.
*POP*
Stay. At the damn top.
*confused*
Stay. At the damn top.
*confused*
I've been a naughty boy. A very naughty, little foolish. Big bra. I questioned their love for me, so they locked me in the dungeon. If they took me seriously then maybe a respectable bruise...but not this.
Together they are, always together
Smoke they blow, always smoke
The belt they lift, always leather
They breath to me, I always choke
Their world I'm in, always theirs
Both together, always in pairs
To have an independant, curious mind in my world is an automatic jail sentence. I used my brain. I thought. Outwitted my own wits. It was to be my undoing. Both of them turned on me. One would feed off the others plain ignorance and big-headed realism. A cursed combination for little old me and my feelings and thoughts which question why I exist.
The spiral staircase sends me down down down, Like the best posts
I cannot see the next step, the darkness spins me round
Proud they are, of their hedonism, each parasite attached to their hosts
Why must the silver chalice oppose, their love nest mound
All togther am I, my thoughts of this time will never be found
The last step of the spiral staircase kissed my bare foot sole good luck. I was already bloody and eyelids they were a sweating. As soon as I entered the room at the bottom of the stairs. It all changed. The hope of justice and dreams went out like. The candles blown out my a peaceful ghost. The atmosphere changed and the tension reached black levels. The climax of my punishment was shaking my heart. My insides being shook.
Before one of them kicked me into the middle, I seen a crest of light. From above, it declared hope. A cloud might be up there.
One of their nicotine tar gloves hammered a red switch.
*Shwuuuuuuuuuuuh* (A metal cage descendeds at a speed) *BUROMB* (It lands with a hellish thump and traps me)
Both turned and clambered the stairs. Leaving the darkness to rid my mind of hopeful thoughts. Not much could I move. I wasn't filled that much with hate. But in a percussion instrument kinda way, wishing to the black star at the top of the room, I would be elevated to a higher purpose following these traumatic events.
Beaten badly already I fell into a healing sleep. I dreamt of a white winged horse. It swirled me to the pinnacle of a snowy rock. It healed my wounds, mother.
I was then awoken by their jeers.
GETTIN REALLY BORED NOW
To cut a long story short.....
They said "we are isolating you"
I said "why, what are you representing?"
They said "Religious topics"
I said "Am I representing good stories and poems etc.?"
They said "Yes"
"Oh"
Together they are, always together
Smoke they blow, always smoke
The belt they lift, always leather
They breath to me, I always choke
Their world I'm in, always theirs
Both together, always in pairs
To have an independant, curious mind in my world is an automatic jail sentence. I used my brain. I thought. Outwitted my own wits. It was to be my undoing. Both of them turned on me. One would feed off the others plain ignorance and big-headed realism. A cursed combination for little old me and my feelings and thoughts which question why I exist.
The spiral staircase sends me down down down, Like the best posts
I cannot see the next step, the darkness spins me round
Proud they are, of their hedonism, each parasite attached to their hosts
Why must the silver chalice oppose, their love nest mound
All togther am I, my thoughts of this time will never be found
The last step of the spiral staircase kissed my bare foot sole good luck. I was already bloody and eyelids they were a sweating. As soon as I entered the room at the bottom of the stairs. It all changed. The hope of justice and dreams went out like. The candles blown out my a peaceful ghost. The atmosphere changed and the tension reached black levels. The climax of my punishment was shaking my heart. My insides being shook.
Before one of them kicked me into the middle, I seen a crest of light. From above, it declared hope. A cloud might be up there.
One of their nicotine tar gloves hammered a red switch.
*Shwuuuuuuuuuuuh* (A metal cage descendeds at a speed) *BUROMB* (It lands with a hellish thump and traps me)
Both turned and clambered the stairs. Leaving the darkness to rid my mind of hopeful thoughts. Not much could I move. I wasn't filled that much with hate. But in a percussion instrument kinda way, wishing to the black star at the top of the room, I would be elevated to a higher purpose following these traumatic events.
Beaten badly already I fell into a healing sleep. I dreamt of a white winged horse. It swirled me to the pinnacle of a snowy rock. It healed my wounds, mother.
I was then awoken by their jeers.
GETTIN REALLY BORED NOW
To cut a long story short.....
They said "we are isolating you"
I said "why, what are you representing?"
They said "Religious topics"
I said "Am I representing good stories and poems etc.?"
They said "Yes"
"Oh"
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