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Dizzylemons

Struggling to imitate what you once fought against
The all seeing eye of fascist pride and suicide.
Your passions waste away as you passively instigate
And incite an angry mob torn between State, Creed and God.

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You fight to mimic all the things you said you hate
Becoming everything inside your memory's wake
You let what you believed in fall down in your haste
To become the thing you always fought to change

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I just found a scrap of paper in an old jacket with this written down on it! Can't think of anything else to come up with for it, but if anyone has any ideas and would maybe want to do another stanza and pass it on to someone else to do the same that might be fun? Get in touch if you're interested sure.

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last updated 28 August 2012 - 1:40am
©22 August 2012 - 5:38am — Dizzylemons
8 September 2013 - 6:48pm — running_with_rabbits
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upon a second reading I feel

upon a second reading I feel this one can stand on it's own, the last line is not a strong as I prefer endings but it works enough to end it

Much Love

Ashley

30 September 2012 - 9:28pm — running_with_rabbits
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I will see what I can come up

I will see what I can come up with

Much Love

Ashley