felix paintwhenpainted Poems

my words will be forgotten
paper becomes soaken
all that i write
will not effect what is wrong or right
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how do i put into words what i know is wrong?
how can anybody in the world ever sum all this up in any song
i could talk for a hundred years
but it would say only half as much as a sad note to deaf ears
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Vergeete lot
Waar die lewe se lywe le vrot
Begrawe die man
Onder die ou droeë gras land
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people rolling
numbers playing
losers tolling
bells flaying
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economy of the stars
cant be witnessed from afar
infinity of burning fires
the industry towards which we aspire
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down the streets ran the screaming head
shouting and mumbling while his eyes bled
watch out! here come the dread lords!
they are marching over the far fords!
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Once upon a time there was a man with a frown
He lived in a funny house that wasn’t upside down
All along his street were houses from which he would recoil
All on their roofs, flung there by some unknown turmoil
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The angel of despair
Followed closely by mayhem and disrepair

People look to their shoes
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Dying baby lying on the floor
Staring feebly at its end through deaths door
What use is another child?
Better left out in the hungry wild
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Growing, mindless, fat child
when it sneezes the screeches go wild
100 foot tall toddler in a nappy
surrounded by a billion creatures slavishly happy
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