the meanings of emotions and ideas solved (links to previous knowledge poems)
emotions 3 out 12
ideas 4 out of 34
guide to a peaceful life of love and happiness
look upon a golden shore, were there should've been more.
i implor thee to listen to my story, to this day the beast is sorry.
they all ignore and take discourse at me
to know the pain of being alone is like a knife in the gut
but no way to pull it out, you begin to spout the blood of body
without love and harmony, fear and calamity take hold
the hatered will eventauly boil over, as blood splatters of the clovers
i feel alone and cold as stone, no one can stave off this feeling
the demon inside demands me over to it, but i must will it
i try and try to be nice, but to them i am cold as ice
they treat me like mice, scrambling for crams and cheese
only to have it neck squeezed for being a "disease"
hatred revolves around sadness and fear, which turns to the need of power.
oh how this precious flower of life must die, for it interwines with life and death
who will be left to call my name, to their shame
chris..........
emotions 3 out 12
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ideas 4 out of 34
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guide to a peaceful life of love and happiness
look upon a golden shore, were there should've been more.
i implor thee to listen to my story, to this day the beast is sorry.
they all ignore and take discourse at me
to know the pain of being alone is like a knife in the gut
but no way to pull it out, you begin to spout the blood of body
without love and harmony, fear and calamity take hold
the hatered will eventauly boil over, as blood splatters of the clovers
i feel alone and cold as stone, no one can stave off this feeling
the demon inside demands me over to it, but i must will it
i try and try to be nice, but to them i am cold as ice
they treat me like mice, scrambling for crams and cheese
only to have it neck squeezed for being a "disease"
hatred revolves around sadness and fear, which turns to the need of power.
oh how this precious flower of life must die, for it interwines with life and death
who will be left to call my name, to their shame
chris..........
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