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24 Dec 2007
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Images of sanity_ In a world gone mad_ Forged from all the vanity_ And the dreams you once had_ Like a glimpse of the future_ Or a memory of the past_ Like a glance out the side window_ Of a car moving fast_ It's a half forgotten melody_ A childhood fairy Tale_ Filled with all the irony_ And obscured behind a veil_ A veil from your own mind_ Afraid to know the truth_ Afraid of your own thoughts_ And the memories of your youth_ You grow still and silent_ Afraid to make a sound_ Because it might break the spell_ Send your world crumbling down_ And when that world_ No longer answers_ Will you no longer hear?_ Populations are growing like cancers_ Spreading death and fear_ So you slide your finger into the gun_ And you slowly squeeze the trigger_ In the morning they will find you dead_ And hardly worth their trouble_ @ Stash 1981
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