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by Christopher Lee Apr 27, 2007 category : Life, society / about society
Enemies claiming freindship, bring shallow offerings of love. Tears are licked from my eyes, by the shadows to the horror of above, "We make you welcome" sooths the leader of scum. Behind her the minions rub their hands, amused that they suckered another one. Knowing full well the cost, i accept the false hope. Choosing the illusion of warth, over truths raw scope. willing my soul is given, to the depths of human excrement. So complete is the submission, there is no recourse to lament. The hopeless group now one more, searchs for its next member. Another to add to its sombre ranks, such is the cast of the lost and unremembered.