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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

and everyday was another masquerade parade

She complained,
complained to sarah about the people,
about those

those who parade in a masquerade
those who bore scaly skins
those who made the world,
a colder place

and sarah understood
she knew about this long ago
that's why she avoided the paraders.

she wanted these thoughts to end
not the thoughts of hers or melissa
but the thought of those,
those people

There were no known words to sarah
to describe these people

No proper words because everything they do
would be taken to the extreme,

and all they needed would be a leader
and the rest would follow
follow suit and in the end
a word known as a 'clique'
is formed.

extremist that's what
people would call them

and it goes overboard
until the word hatred
blossoms into fruits

and the followers slowly leave them
realising they have been used
used and manipulated
people who wears masks
yes that was them
a masquerade parade

'two-faced' sarah called them
'Liars' other's called

but mainly annoying

Like puppeters,
they controled
Like clouds
they control
Like the above
they control

but their regime
would be short

sarah knew

she knew that everything
was yet another viscous cycle
unless someone breaks out
stops the cycle
and the cycle
no longer exists

another masquerade parade
another masquerade parade
another masquerade parade
another masquerade parade

everyday was another masquerade parade

another facist

another lie

another rose painted black

another pretense

another scarred face

another coating

another masquerade

another masquerade

Ok i presume that this is not really good. well my barain ain't functioning nowSo pardon the lack of deepness

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