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Enoon β the confession of a dismal lif
Published: 2005-10-27 06:54:02 +0000 UTC; Views: 77; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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Decapitate the merciful roses,whose thorns pierce and create red lips.
Do not ever speak of my life in such a manner,
As saying my name acts alone, as a curse.
For I am the one whose grass is dark,
And makes every other side look green.
Defeated by death we shall not recover,
As god does not look out for people like me.
For when I am in need of help βthere is no one around
Yet when needed to help- they expect, quick results.
It does not matter when celebrations start, or end.
Either way I shall be alone.
Oh the confession of a dismal life
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this is a beautiful piece. even though some might view it as negative. i dont. it is actually intelligent in my eyes or strand of thought and i can relate. dont ask me how i found it. i just do. thats how life is. you find what gravitates to you i guess. definetly heavy and deep. without lies or sugar coating. very enjoyable.
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It's good, having a visual pattern with two lines, but no rhyme or meter, threw me off a bit at first. But I think it really matches the mood as well.
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