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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 16, 2009 6:20 am
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A vision is all it takes
<br />to fool a believer.
<br />The price to pay
<br />for discarding reality.
<br />I was molded from your clay
<br />therefore we looked alike.
<br />I could take your place,
<br />and you could take mine.
<br />Ahead of us both is a divided line.
<br />You walk along on one side,
<br />and I must walk on the other.
<br />Far below, is an inferno of reds,
<br />oranges, yellows and blacks.
<br />Somewhere for us when we fall,
<br />when we reach the end of the...
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