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Pill in a bottle

There's a pill in a bottle, there's the bottle in his hand. there's a baby in the corner - in the garbage can.
no more need for scalples, no more need for pain terminate the baby - It's what we call humane.
It's a painless death? It's a painful lie that a human should say that a human should die
It's our love of money it's our greed for lust it is the new world order - "let them die if they must".
They never had a chance they never had a say they never even understood the price they had to pay. &n

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MUSEingsMy muse and I reached reason. I gladly ate her fruit, with amative glutt and nill return. She softly made known: affections aren't freely laid. one must watch, listen, read, examine. Only then will she sweetly whisper, Aye; then will we love once more. MUSEings
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First CrescentStars shine in Cleveland amidst a thin veil of creeping clouds - silvered by gentle kisses of the new moon's first crescent. First Crescent
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Persuasion"There comes a time in every mortals life when one must meet ones maker. Unfortunately, some need a little persuasion..."
He switched his gaze from his bony hands, placed delicately on his lap, to meet the therapists's eyes. The emaciated face of her patient seemed to gleam with a passion for his job.
"... That is where I enter the proverbial picture". Persuasion
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Den of DragonsWithin the dragons' den -     the smoke they breathe; twists, turns, spirals     hea'enward in clouds of tar and ash     (their mouths gaping and nostrils flared).
Indeed they don't breathe fire -     They inhale it, swallowing whole     The ancient gift of Prometheus     (the first giver of stolen goods).
A wise woman once said:     'This is the closest one can be     with said sacred element. Yet     such intimacy comes with price & Den of Dragons
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I find:
The hardest
time for me to write
poetry is when I try.

The easiest?
Never.

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Favourite artist: God
Tools of the Trade: Heart, Head, Hands.

MUSEings...

Thu Jun 18, 2009, 8:05 AM

"They are all of one mind, their hearts are set upon song and their spirit is free from care. He is happy whom the Muses love. For though a man has sorrow and grief in his soul, yet when the servant of the Muses sings, at once he forgets his dark thoughts and remembers not his troubles. Such is the holy gift of the Muses to men." - Hesiod

My muse and I reached reason.
I gladly ate her fruit,
giving nothing in return.
She softly made known:
affections aren't freely laid.
one must watch, listen, read, examine.
Only then will she sweetly whisper,
Aye; then we shall love once more.

Godspeed,
-theodoric

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