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Created on: April 12, 2009
No one will be the wiser,
if their involvement is not known.
incompetency is the issue,
until you have no tone.
if recognition is not owned.
Blame has a face, evolved over time.
Fabrication is an endless supply of guilt.
Fault has a purpose, only when not claimed.
Death is our solution.
Solitude is our choice to be your home.
Suicide is the end to our game.
Living in a silent hell.
but, life is the ultimate sacrifice.
All that can be done is to live with it.
A bout to survival
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Poetry: Sanity
by Tom Mcmurray
Banished as we are from God
We are the sacerdotal lepers
Of the moon who feed upon
The universal majesty of star-dust
You
"To Find Myself"
I'm the lost reflection of you
Yes, I'm the sinner and beggar too
Too far gone to be saved now
Long gone lost
Dear Sanity, you are my only friend
But why do you disappear and then come back again?
Do you not realize how much I need
No one will be the wiser,
if their involvement is not known.
incompetency is the issue,
until you have no tone.
if recognition
Congratulations!
You made it through another day,
and the little white men didn't take you away
in their padded wagon
to a place
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