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#1 Old 2nd Jul 2009 at 1:53 AM
Default Poetry for the Soul: The collection
Suffering in the Iron Prison

I am suffering in the Iron Prison
Where people are disrepectful of me
Why am I born to suffer
In this cage known as life
Am I not a bird
Who sings so tirelessly
About the suffering she has to bear
I wish for the knife
To stab at myself
But I would never see heaven
In this life again.

Alien in this world

I am a alien Reploid
Whose words people despise
And those looks give people fear
With shivers down their spine

Who I am?
Who I am really?
Have I lost sight of who I am?
I have a metal body
A CPU for the brain
The other planet as my home
But yet I have a fragile human heart
So fragile
People don't think twice of tearing it apart.

God, please protect me from your idiot followers for they have blinded themselves with bleach.

Money doesn't buy you happiness but it buys you beer and coffee.

Life is like Go. Its takes smart and amoral people to make decisions based on their strategies of living.
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