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Started by Kaienne, July 13, 2007, 04:01:06 PM

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Kaienne

July 13, 2007, 04:01:06 PM
Resonance

Cascading down,
around, and spin,
to win again;
I've found boxes
full of boxes
full of infinity,
a trinity
in symmetry?
(Fractally)
An end of starts
may start an end.
An affinity for spirals, fires
trend, I spend my
time in space and
then, my space and time
unwind,
evade,
cascade.
In a constant state of losing The Game.

Lies

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July 19, 2007, 06:14:35 PM
Those would be nice lyrics to go into a trance song methinks :)
- So the New World Order does not actually exist?
- Oh it exists, and how!
Ask the slaves whose labour built the White House;
Ask the slaves of today tied down to sweatshops and brothels to escape hunger;
Ask most women, second class citizens, in a pervasive rape culture;
Ask the non-human creatures who inhabit the planet:
whales, bears, frogs, tuna, bees, slaughtered farm animals;
Ask the natives of the Americas and Australia on whose land
you live today, on whose graves your factories, farms and neighbourhoods stand;
ask any of them this, ask them if the New World Order is true;
they'll tell you plainly: the New World Order... is you!
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