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When I peered into the darkness I saw man, a beast.
And above was his Master, his GOD.
Why must an old dog be forced to learn new tricks, to satisfy his master?
Why must an old lie find a new disguise?
Isn't the outcome always the same?
That itself, is food for thought.
So feed the beast, pet him and put him to rest.
His master will do the same.
All things, good or bad, must eventually come to an end.
I don't want to be an angel when I die, angels are not, but slaves.
I don't want to be a pawn in someone else's games.
Trust not, suffer not.
The beast has been fed.
-Adhx-
 L o n d y s · Tue Aug 26, 2008 @ 02:41pm · 0 Comments |
