Sale petit cagot

By Wolk

Deticated to Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud



Sale petit cagot
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Thou shalt not sin
The hypecrites grin
The walls are growing thin
The need to brake out grows weary
Need to brake out now
Can`t breath in this place
With these sheep
There is no sleep
Need to run
Run away
To brake out
Out of here

Nothing less! Nothing less!
No more gods!
No more gods!
O, this thoughts
They brake me from the hordes

Sleep, sleep
No more need
For the tolerance
Of the sheep

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© 2009 Wolk
Published on Sunday, June 28, 2009.     Filed under: "Tribute" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: Minimalistic beauty. Rimbaud did indeed get to that point of complete and unltimate insanity. He definitely crossed the edge. That edge became a dot, then none existant. Thumbs up!

  • Nixx On Monday, June 29, 2009, Nixx (240)By person wrote:

    this had great flow. i liked the message

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