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The Living

By VocoKool

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In the fury of man’s blindness, Can he decipher the truth between right and true wrong? Problems arise from the depths of hell, They burn into your soul like a rapid fire raging through your veins, In hell, you swim until you reach the bottom, The rocks hurt, The beauty of such an immense pain is this; that where a man is able to predict the future, he may erase the past.  If his past belongs to that of which he cannot return, then he will go forward with a reversed frivolous passion and a complete absence of anger. It is this that makes a man and it this that man makes himself. Above and beyond carried the strong warrior to his death. Live old. EJ Karlson January 21st, 2002I am not to sure if I like this poem. If you agree please hit me with some hard constructive criticism! Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 09:33 AM PST   10 • 0 • 12

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