Watching - Poem - Part 2 by Real-fucking-high, literature
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Watching - Poem - Part 2
My entire world crumbled that morning. (Carefully structured around you)
Your life was taken, two shots fired. (You finally got free)
By no means have they won (Lying makes the pain simpler)
Nothing will stop me from keeping on going (No-one is safe)
Though I find it hard to remain positive anymore (I'm a reasonable man)
Now I see the dark clouds. (They never left me)
They block out the stars you left for me (Firey gems on a destructive mission)
Don't forget my name, "I'll be back soon." (I knew I wouldn't see you again)
Quietly I'll think. (If only you knew what I saw)
You never knew of me, you never spoke of me. (Secrets a
God - A new slant by Real-fucking-high, literature
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God - A new slant
...and on the news today; God releases a video tape preaching the new 10 commandments, we go live to our religious affairs correspondent Robert Piggott who's outside the pearly gates right now. Robert, can you tell me what was said in this tape exactly please?
-Certainly, the unpredicted videotape today, shows God, wearing an Iranian turban, surrounded by armed extremists, announcing the new 10 commandments. In the background syringes and empty beer cans lie on the floor. The FBI have issued a statement revealing precisley what God or "G-dog" as he now want's to be known as, has said.
"Peace dudes, whassup? 'Aint heard from me in a while? Y
A story for a happy family.
As any family should, this family started out with a Mother and a Father, there were 3 sons, and they all lived in a house in Norwich.
As in the case of any family, arguements broke out in this house.... some serious, some not serious, but eventually the arguements got too much.
You see, this family was different, the Father commuted long-distance to Peterborough, was only seen at weekends... rarely
The Mother was very ill, not physically, but mentally, looking after the kids on her own, she found the stress too much to take.
Her illness started to come out, and the Father decided not to come home as often.
Welcome to The Country by Real-fucking-high, literature
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Welcome to The Country
I had this voice in
My head whispering
"Just get over it, man."
Having a blast playing Kurt Cobain
With a deodourant can
A happy crowd on the TV
A terrorist mowed it and ran
Mr. President took the case
Closed it and Bang
Ladies and gentlemen
This country may as well be
Soda in cans
And it's been more shook
Than a home in Islam
Can you guess who?
Oh yeah, it's the U.S.A
As in Ya'll best say
That texas
Is tha' bes' state!
Darn tootin'
Yee-haw and
All that shit
Send out the soldiers
Give 'em jack shit to come
Back with...
Except when they die
Two fucking medals on their jackets..
I can invision it must
Take suc
Lock Up your kids tonight. (I have arrived)
Arm your house high with protection. (You'll need it)
Secure your kids with a double-barrel. (Take a shot at it)
Be inside when the stars appear. (From behind dark clouds)
Don't let them know that I know you. (I'll fight you back)
I'll sit in my jail cell. (Plotting)
While the government eyes are still watching me. (I am their pupil)
You. can't see the power they have over you. (A network full.)
Dont look away from their power. (A glaring blaze of red)
the world isn't safe. (Any more)
Dish out the dirty lies from the gutter. (I am jealous)
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Dont really like it.. but im ex
Lock Up your kids tonight. (I have arrived)
Arm your house high with protection. (You'll need it)
Secure your kids with a double-barrel. (Take a shot at it)
Be inside when the stars appear. (From behind dark clouds)
Don't let them know that I know you. (I'll fight you back)
I'll sit in my jail cell. (Plotting)
While the government eyes are still watching me. (I am their pupil)
You. can't see the power they have over you. (A network full.)
Dont look away from their power. (A glaring blaze of red)
the world isn't safe. (Any more)
Dish out the dirty lies from the gutter. (I am jealous)
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Dont really like it.. but im ex
Welcome to The Country by Real-fucking-high, literature
Literature
Welcome to The Country
I had this voice in
My head whispering
"Just get over it, man."
Having a blast playing Kurt Cobain
With a deodourant can
A happy crowd on the TV
A terrorist mowed it and ran
Mr. President took the case
Closed it and Bang
Ladies and gentlemen
This country may as well be
Soda in cans
And it's been more shook
Than a home in Islam
Can you guess who?
Oh yeah, it's the U.S.A
As in Ya'll best say
That texas
Is tha' bes' state!
Darn tootin'
Yee-haw and
All that shit
Send out the soldiers
Give 'em jack shit to come
Back with...
Except when they die
Two fucking medals on their jackets..
I can invision it must
Take suc
"You creep! How do you expect me to be able to concentrate when you can't stop whispering? I've been thinking about you since the first time we met. It's not because you're in the band, you know. I mean, anyone can play guitar. Sometimes I just want to jump off this ride and pull the ripcord. But knowing my luck the damn thing would fail, and I'd end up rotting away in a hospital like some vegetable. So here's the deal: you're going to have to prove yourself, or I'm outta here."
"I can't. It's like -- all this time I've been writing a lurgee to commemorate the end of this whole thing. Like we were just riding along all hunky-dory a