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by Geoff Clemence   Oct 24, 2005


I'm sick of empty souls,

I'm sick of shallow minds.
Is it not forbidden to be cruel?
Wasted lives roaming endlessly,
w/ in a city,
w/ in a society,
w/ in a black and white community.

Preach a creed for all to understand
and listen to as one.
Revise the purpose of existence.
The strong shall not rule but lead.
The weak shall not suffer but follow.
I love you, they croon but now we lead ourselves along a harsh and fearful course.
A path unto discovery of
A fresh new and limpid ideal way of existence.
We cry out to the deranged and confounded.
We call on you to join our gang
And we call on you to enact.
To exert unto others whom do not yet conceive
the true meaning
and purpose
of life....

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