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Just a poem I wrote a long, long time ago...

Submitted: January 11, 2007

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Submitted: January 11, 2007



Peaceful, calm, relaxed, free,Hearing your voice can only mean Perfection.Absolute perfection,Eradication of all things impure,Total purification, Complete freedom, And outside the rainThunders onto the city of sin,Cleansing.And the thunders reign the skies,Forced to crack.The clouds fill the air,Moist.Dampens souls,Ridding the world of impurities. So inside I stay,A slave to your songs,Helpless.Crystal clear, empty souls All around me,Feeling unique,Special.All there is Absolution,Forgiveness,Liberty,Freedom. No more do we sin,Clean civilisation.Fresh awakening,New beginning.New hopes.New dreams.Away we fly,With all the world,Clean, pure,White. Untouched bliss,The sin we will never miss.Unreached paradise,Happiness is suffice.Living lifelong dreams,All now is as it seems.We are in here,Bliss, utter bliss, not a tear.

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