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Current mood:  froggy Category: Writing and Poetry
Woe to the Sheepies
Woe to the man With the secret in his hand Endures he the Lashes Of the Un-believing Masses The TRUTH Small comfort In a universe of Pain Reality, a Question The answer is Insane Thrown to the lions See how they cheer The price for diss.. Satisfaction Is clear Inklings of honesty Beginning to show Seeds of Distrust In fertile ground grow Evil smiles While flexing it's Might The Guilty, defiant Hide in Plain sight The TRUTH Small Comfort In a universe of pain Reality, a Question The answer holds the blame Woe to the seer With the look in his eyes Burnt at the stake Celebrate as he fries
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