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You dug our graves, yet I'm not ready for bed.
I'm still living an eternal nightmare, the movie's not over.
Our lives are tarnished, drawn out on a single thread held by the only remaining spool in the treasure chest.
You want us to be the best, but we don't weave ourselves, the robotic needles do, writing our actions in granite, regardless of what we do.
We will never have a clean slate, our plates convey to us what the knives and forks embedded the night we decided to give in to temptation and eat.
Put it in the light, and it recites our memories, in an almost perfect lullaby that astonishes even the most skilled of historians.
But we evolved, writing our scripts with inkless pens, erasing only the things we wished. Yet we are not perfect, mechanics can leave out parts as well, their cigarette ashes the chemical reaction of a moral-torn world.
- Title: "A Moral-Torn World"
- Artist: DMSR301
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Description:
This is one of the pieces of writing that I wrote a while back, I guess I was in a phase or something. I never really did get it looked at, I guess it was cause I think it's horrible.
But, since we all like something to laugh at once in a while, I'll put it here for you guys to butcher.
Cheers. - Date: 03/27/2011
- Tags: maybe those brownies were atfault
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Comments (1 Comments)
- TrulyTwistedTeen - 03/29/2011
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I like it! Check mine out! XD
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