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Post by Wanderer of the Mountains on Jan 19, 2007 18:09:56 GMT -5
Why am I bleeding, When there is no wound upon me? Why am I hurting, When there is no harm to be seen?
This blood is just so clear, Bleeding from the heart, And the eyes, Why do I bleed this way?
The bulls are the answer, They can gore you and rip you, Even through the toughest of armors Without leaving a visible scratch.
When you fight back with swords of justice, You simply scar their thick hides, Giving them all the more reason to destroy you, Which they are willing to do.
If you fight back in anyway, They undermine you, They outsmart you, They utterly defeat you.
Those who can stop them won't, So we are stuck with the bulls, Who willingly tear us apart for no reason, Against whom we have no defense.
My blood coats the hallways, My blood soaks through the very earth, This clear blood created by the bulls, Bleeding me until I fall to devastation.
The bulls are who we call the bullies, My blood is my tears, I have not won, So this battle wages on....
I will not fall back, I will not back down, For I will hold my ground, And will not become the sacrifice..........
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Post by Ray on Jan 22, 2007 21:42:03 GMT -5
Wow... ok, well to be honest... it kinda creeped me out a little at first, but then when I read the ending I was impressed. Its like that poster that was/is in the Religion classroom. But, really, I am impressed by the connection there. Anyways... ciao!!
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