Date: 5/4/2009

battle cry

at times i wish i was dead, the fate be still of past battles shed. one cry of woe, thoust aint slow where one stands on earth below. be still my beating heart for i wish to really fart, through the muddy paths of relenquished art. thoust tries not to seek, those who are meek. one does wish one would die, when one has eaten one's apple pie. all the tears one has shed, the watery substance has now fled, like a little waterfall, oh so pitiful.


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