The Purging of Inocense

by Ed   May 4, 2005


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As the Child walks down the hall of infamy
his rage burns confronting the hand's of his parents killers
blood spouts from the pores of the young fellow
his fears are realized wen hope is lost
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The young madam purrs at the hideous hounds
masculinity swells inside her consciousness.
her ow attempts to-wards lust are the downfall of her
she screams grasping onto the walls in fear
the womb of purity is now corrupted by reality
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Many despise the old man who lives nearby
ohhh do not protest in your knowledge of such a man
the punks of defiance mock his attempts at moral purification
the old man yearns for wisdom, yet waste spews from his mouth
nothing can be learned from the self-made sage
only that they are disrespected and thrown to the garbage.
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A man accused of a crime, he didn't commit is tragic indeed
accusations lead to fallen blame and the ending of one's life
mixed mythologies and blatant mis-used ideologies consume ignorance
shooting the Innocent in the face, burning a newly born infant
fallacies will always commit errors in reason
as well as corruption to mankind.

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The trees are as pure to the soil as the effortless breeze
birds sing of tranquil thoughts as the rivers flow of essence
grass sways and yearns for flow, gentle creatures consume
dormant species nestle in the canals of calmness
while nibbana resides the calamity begins to cackle
walking monsters plague the land and persecute the weak
a new Holocaust brews, not for humanity's sake
but for the nature that has comforted it for so long
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The assemblage of the just, formed to commit to equality,
they protect the child from his corpurted soul
the fallen woman is procured from her ghastly fate
guilty men face their dues, others speak pf freedom
as for the old man, his cause of social aide is honored
for many successes of the group of justice comes, a tragic fact that saddens their entire plight.
for all that were saved, one remains lost,
the one different from all of the others
humanity is forgiven, yet for all others the game is lost
no retribution for the only true innate innocence
pf our grief ridden planet.

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