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A Divine Martyr's Writing
<i><u>Excommunicated</u></i>
Desperately seeking exile.
But I'm hindered.
There's isn't anybody out there,
Is there?
Everything in this world is a beautiful shade of mushroom blue.
Up to the brim with
Melancholy protocols.
Home made prisons
Made of past memories.
I couldn't believe how easy it was .
Just put the gun to my face .
Blew me and bars of memoirs
Away.
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Censorship and thought control can only exist in secrecy and darkness...
Last edited by a_divine_martyr; 06-13-2003 at 09:35 PM..
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