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Sikhism, But Not Really
By PaYaSiN
Taste your sins,
The ones that religion makes you fear,
You know the ones I don't fucking
Believe in.
You always were my cutthroat heart throb,
Never can you say,
"I didn't know,"
Everyday our eyes used to meet
But as far as the present tense goes
We're just gathering dust on the shelf.
Up and down this amusement park
Ride, that we call
Life.
Break me down,
Lose the pieces, and try to stitch me back
Together
Again.
So when you're tired of being my puppet master,
And I've grown quite tired of this masquerade.
The master of disguise,
I'll stay hidden, never make a sound,
And molest myself til I wake up smiling,
Never again should I be forced
To wear a frown.
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© 2008 PaYaSiN
Published on Saturday, August 9, 2008.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Sunday, August 10, 2008, PaYaSiN
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wrote:
haha. thanks. :] i never had religion in my life after i was 4 years old. so i can't relate to that. ;p again thanks for your imput. :]
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On Saturday, August 9, 2008, Kaleidoscope_Heart
(111) wrote:
This was a kick in the teeth..but in a most delightful way. "And molest myself til I wake up smiling" - very amusing, and served its point. The first two lines really sucked me in, the rest was brilliantly brutal. You know as a child, I always hated the way religion used to make me feel bad..especially during masturbation, it was quite a mood killer. ANYWAYS, awesome shit.
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