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Words To Fuel The Flames Of Discontent
2002-11-25 04:07:02 (UTC)

The Used-Poetic Tragedy

The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
As far as he sees nothings left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

A singer
A writer
Hes not dreaming now of going nowhere
He gave heed to nothing
And all that he was is just a tragedy

So he voyages in circles
Succeeds getting nowhere
And submits to the substance that first got him there

Then in violent frusteration he cries out to God
Or just no one
Is there a point to this madness
And all that he was is just a tragedy

He feels alone
His heart in his hand
Hes alone
He feels alone
I feel

Then on that last day he breaks
And he stood tall
And he yelled
And he takes his life




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