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Time flies, man dies, we roll the dice,
And bet our life on luck unwise
Holes in souls and scars in stars
The pain’s in songs, in tuned guitars
Whole world polluted by us fools
Smoking weed, getting tattoos
A liquid love, a rock-hard hate
The scents of hope evaporate…
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| this is a catchy one, especially the first few lines... and nice concept too... looks like time is running out in our hopeless world... =) a good read... =) |
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| Great flow. I think you pretty much summed everything up in those few lines. Wonderful read. |
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Comment by: danae - 2007-12-08 23:42
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scars in stars...very vivid imagery. I think I wrote something similar sometime.
Like slice the dice so fate is nice, or stars are dice in fatal flows...anyway, nice and smooth, powerful, evocative and enduring. Short and sweet.
Dan |
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oh piteous world,
what sad dark fate
that makes us feel
so precipitate |
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really good rythm...
reallity is so depressing, aint it? |
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