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(Date Posted:05/24/2003 10:36:12)
i was sifting through my voluminous, yet tattered and disorganized book of poetry today, searching for one i had written in my morose and drug-laden days seven years ago. though, at the time it was penned, i had absolutely no concept of fundamentalism, christianity or any aspect of religion, in rediscovering it i found that it has a certain prophetic ring to it. in a strong sense, i have found it has encapsulated the whole walk away concept, and i thought that many of you might enjoy it and draw from it the same inferences that i had, and perhaps even comment on it, share some of your own poetry or prose and the like.WHERE'S MY CHURCHwritten June 3rd, 1996 by mistercyrano---#346Where's my church that I may buildfrom nothing but a soul fulfilled?Where's my bleak, unanswered callingthat couldn't be heard if the sky were falling?Where's my symbol of utter devotionthat I may bear through harsh emotion?Where's my bible to feed my mindof keen foresight, to which I'm blind?I walk this way to get me Where??? . . . .to my chruch that was never there.
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There's no reason
There's no compromise
Changin' seasons
Livin the HI life
I don't know you
So don't freak on me
I can't control you
You're not my destiny
Straight OUT of LINE
I can't find a reason
Why I can't just stand by my way
Straight out of LINE
I don't need a reason
and you don't need to, don't need to lie to meeeeeee
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