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Bluelighter
Thought I would share my poem I wrote while thinking about my revelations I came upon while on the influence of X: I realized that spirituality has been replaced with materialism in the world; this is the result of me being pissed off at the world. Hope you like it.
Dark Matter
What is this world?
I'll tell you what I see
Frantic busy people speeding around in their insane metal cars
that are oblivious to the idea of beauty in nature,
artificial slaves to the cracked life-stealing roads and the righteous people
who so dearly need them.
Fake, plastic teens, living in a make believe world of muscle cars and expensive clothes,
so knowledgeable and unsure of the life before them.
So go out and have fun now, this is just the beginning of the end of the of beginning of your sorry, pathetic excuse for a life
exactly what you feared
Something is missing fill in the h o l e s
with dreams of subspace aliens, nonphysical and abducting
our precious people during their warm escape from the outside world.
Why?
Why do they take us aboard their beautiful ships and change our god-given bodies?
There's nothing wrong with US!
We are perfectly fine.
No surprises. I don't like them.
I like big screen TVs, and DVDs, all my CDs, and going to church.
God is good. He loves us all.
If those other people only knew they're down the wrong path, Oh well. They'll see later.
I've already tried to help them; God only knows. I can't wait until that glorious day. Meanwhile,
He laughs.
Hey you! Where do we go when we die? And do you feel that when you cry?
In your blood red platinum shells when you look so tough, cool, and unforgiving?
So come on every-body join hands, after all we're all God's children.
No more hating fags, queers, cripples, or retards, who cares
what color you are I still hate you, right?
There is good in this world, but its still polluted.
Keep it going, you're doing a good job.
Good radioactive babies with smoked up lungs, dirty tears, and ready to fight to survival.
And this is our utopia.
Dark Matter
What is this world?
I'll tell you what I see
Frantic busy people speeding around in their insane metal cars
that are oblivious to the idea of beauty in nature,
artificial slaves to the cracked life-stealing roads and the righteous people
who so dearly need them.
Fake, plastic teens, living in a make believe world of muscle cars and expensive clothes,
so knowledgeable and unsure of the life before them.
So go out and have fun now, this is just the beginning of the end of the of beginning of your sorry, pathetic excuse for a life
exactly what you feared
Something is missing fill in the h o l e s
with dreams of subspace aliens, nonphysical and abducting
our precious people during their warm escape from the outside world.
Why?
Why do they take us aboard their beautiful ships and change our god-given bodies?
There's nothing wrong with US!
We are perfectly fine.
No surprises. I don't like them.
I like big screen TVs, and DVDs, all my CDs, and going to church.
God is good. He loves us all.
If those other people only knew they're down the wrong path, Oh well. They'll see later.
I've already tried to help them; God only knows. I can't wait until that glorious day. Meanwhile,
He laughs.
Hey you! Where do we go when we die? And do you feel that when you cry?
In your blood red platinum shells when you look so tough, cool, and unforgiving?
So come on every-body join hands, after all we're all God's children.
No more hating fags, queers, cripples, or retards, who cares
what color you are I still hate you, right?
There is good in this world, but its still polluted.
Keep it going, you're doing a good job.
Good radioactive babies with smoked up lungs, dirty tears, and ready to fight to survival.
And this is our utopia.
