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| Wannabe Gods |
| If it bleeds onto the land, Through tears, through fears, through cries. Leave it Untouched, Euphoric in our eyes. To Meddle will destroy, To Touch would desecrate. So Leave it alone and uninspired Kissed by the lips of Fate. |
| *Disclaimer goes as follows... I may or may not have been drunk, high or tripping when I wrote these poems- if they make sense to you- fantastic. If not, maybe you should try a bite of a "magic" brownie and the lawn gnomes will tell you what's going on in these poems. ALSO- do not attempt to steal any poetry and pass it off as your own. Not only is it bad karma but it is also a felony since all of my material is COPYRIGHTED! If you would like to use any of it for you site or otherwise- please let me know before you do Copyright 2002 sCrEwYVeGGie inc. |
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