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: :::. : ____,
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In Memory, : :: : : |_ _; Karl Marx
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,~~ : :::'istorted : `|| says:
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--)( : :::. :::: : || "Aufheben!"
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()= : :: :igital ::. rection : []
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HOOKAH! : :::' :::: :
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30 March 1994 : Text File #22 Mongoloid Telecom
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A compilation of poetry brought to you by the Duuk Tsarith. All poems are
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origional, but currently un-copy protected. If you would like to reproduce
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these in any form, permission is granted. However, please include the
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authors name (Eric Johnson). Thank you, and enjoy yet another entry to the
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subterranean....
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\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
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Hate
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I hate love
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I hate life
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I hate pain
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I hate death
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I hate this twisted form
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of existance
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I hate this wretched man
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I've become
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I hate - I fucking hate!
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Anger
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It fills me inside
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I rebel
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With ruthless pride
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I laugh
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Despite my foes
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Conqueror I am
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Of nothing.
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Hate.
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Fool,
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You ask?
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Oh, yes!
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Many times over.
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I am
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forever
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destined
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alone.
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I try...
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Oh, but it's not good enough.
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I wait...
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Oh, but it's not long enough.
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I see...
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Oh, but it's not far enough.
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I love...
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Oh, but it's not strong enough.
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I fail.
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I was proud
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Once
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That I had a family
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It has come
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gone
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past
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To drift into that place
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Where it was dremt
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Long
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Ago.
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*********************
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Reflecting back upon the past
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of a time where life was real
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and death was only once;
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a transition.
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But now I see a time
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where conformity to public opinion
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is the law.
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And I feel pain
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for a loss so great.
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Drifting, passing, fate.
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Come with me children
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for all hope is not lost.
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Never!
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If one wonders whether I care,
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assume the answer `no' and work up from there.
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A lack of action on my part
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does not necessarily indicate a lack of concern.
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Only a lack of importance
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to the persepective of life as we know it.
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If one asks himself the importance of a daily chore,
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in relation to death,
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one wouldn't deem it important.
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For, what else is there, but life,
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and death.
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And all else falls by the wayside.
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Pain
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Relentless pain
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I bleed
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A river running red
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Ripping, tearing, shred
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Ice
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Veins of frozen ice
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Stone
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Turning my heart to stone
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to prevent it's happening twice.
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Time
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Searching endless time
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To find the One.
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Take a chance
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they say
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Reach out
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only to have your hand
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slapped away.
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Hate
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This world is filled with hate
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And sometimes...
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I follow suit
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Perseverance
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We must hold on
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Until the end
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To a future world.
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Lie?
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What do you care,
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In this expediant existance?
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Truth?
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What is truth?
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Claimed by philosophers, and danced
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around by politicians.
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Search for truth?
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You will NEVER find it!
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Save in One.
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Brick wall.
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Do you care?
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Oh yes, I care, says the wall.
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Do you feel?
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Oh yes, I feel, says the wall.
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Do you forgive?
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Oh yes, I forgive, says the wall.
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Then why such anger?
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I am not angry, says the wall.
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...as she walks away.
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I feel you
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So close
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But a canyon seperates us
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So far
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A wall
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Labled with ignorance
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Unknown to me
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Let us journey to it's base
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Let us bring knowledge to this place
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So we may be joined
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As One.
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Obligation
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Do you feel this to me
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For what I've done?
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Do not.
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For what I give
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Is done freely.
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And what I receive
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Should be likewise.
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Respond as you feel
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Respond as you trust
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Feel me.
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Trust me.
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Love me.
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