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## ## ### I S S U E # 0 9 4 0 7 - 0 8 - 0 0 ### ####
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#### ### "Growth" ###
####### by Fallout
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CHE
LIVED LIKE A HERO
DIED LIKE A DOG
DEAD ON TUESDAY
RESURRECTED BY FRIDAY
LEADER BY MIDNIGHT
LOVER BY MOONLIGHT
RULES DON'T APPLY
WHETHER NEW OR OLD
LIVED LIKE A HERO
DIED LIKE A DOVE
WHO AM I
Forever changed by my surroundings,
youth oriented isolation techniques.
The world wants to hit the mute button,
but I will be heard!
Extremes are only necessary,
if the alternative is worse.
Who decides if I am heard?
Is it my parents, is it my teachers?
Must I rely on my stone cold elders?
Or can I shape my own existance?
Am I isolated on my own accord?
Or are you sealing me in?
NORMAL
Run away, feel your way,
through a life scarred.
Adolescence has left you numb.
Society has embraced your love of conformity.
You are of the desired caliber,
feel the torture of their existence.
Take what they give you,
don't ask for more.
Fear the authority of GOD,
but look at death on TV.
Don't ask why,
just be part of the passive regime.
Lose what symbolism was left.
Green grass picket fence,
hope you're happy.
reality
I am not practical, but practical is my middle name.
So I see things from the window of my predetirmined destiny, the glass is
jaded.
Scenic surroundings in a less then scenic setting, DAYDREAM.
Desks impregnated with future America.
This light bulb burns a hole in 11% of my brain.
I will fly away to my enlightenment and watch,
from my perch in the clouds I finally understand.
Life has always been over we were programmed to fail.
her eyes
For one moment in the passing of the day
for one second in my meaningless insignificant life
I see her eyes, the eyes of an angel
Each moment spent gazing into the deep blue windows
feeling things that move my heart and soul
I lose myself in her eyes, I become her eyes
Those beautiful pools of blue are filled with feelings I only wish I could
talk about
I'm pushed by the hand of fate and fall into the deep cobalt puddles
But I struggle to float and drown in the depth of her eyes
EXECUTING INNOCENCE
Night falls on the forest of the mind
Things unseen by days light appear
A child with a crown of light
Her face pale, distorted, perplexed
She is contemplating life, questioning existence
Not just hers but humanities, is this right?
Why put such a great burden on such a small child?
Don't you see what your doing, stealing innocence
Crushing the last truly serene thing
and for what? Money, Fame, Success, God? WHAT?
You leave this child, this sublime light to fade into oblivion!
Goodbye little one, you've fought bravely but it's time to let go
the odds are not in your favor, to many machines
Go ahead inhale there truth
Now you understand, Ignorance is bliss
There is no divine reason, no truth, no answer
No not any more
The End
Choking on the virus
still spitting sublime inspiration
The end is near
Not giving in until a tear forms
Sputtering and dying
Smothered by censorship
We mourn the loss of expression
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# (c)2000 aNAda e'zine aNAda094 .*. by Fallout #
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