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An uncomfortable way to live,Is breathing,Is smiling,It is a cavity, it is a half truth,It is a Typhus,I'm going blind,It isa gift
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We soldiers dig, we dig all day,I am entrenched,And from all sides, beseiged,And when the rain falls down on me,I'll be relievedThey draw ever closer,..
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There are certain things, with which I've come to terms, Oppertnities missed, to get baked with Fern, I chose the squat, I chose pot,I chose to sit an..
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Chatiment,There is no sweeter sound, than the melody of vengance,But I would suffer discordant agonies forevermore,Than attend the Martyr's Day Parade..
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It is not the night,but the milky bleak of sunlight, in which I find no day,Semper Augustus, Nunquam Solthis sour nostalgia,and the deficit of birdson..
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If you should ever know me again, andIn gentler climates stoop to ask me thenWhich season is most inequitableAnd why it is that you can never trustI w..
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Though my father's house has many rooms,I shall slumber in the hall,For when I'm gone, my bones entombed,I'll need no cell in which to loll Through de..
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A tribute to Shane Madderson
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Twas a warm summers day, a cool breeze whistled through his dark locks and some oily, golden grease trickled down his pale forehead. he leaned against..
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When I am dead don't cremate me,
And for this request please dont hate me,
But when I am gone, sing me no song,
Simply bury me in a fish, for it i..
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