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Old March 24th, 2007, 06:43 AM  
Ironic Infidel In England
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Join Date: March 9, 2007
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Default They talk.

They talk to me all the time,
but I know not what they said,
their actions seem to be like mime,
do I appear to them as dead?

They see but part of me, myself,
the part that I reaveal,
the parts that I leave on the shelf,
are the ones they never feel.

If they knew what I was truly like,
how I think and how I am,
they'd be coming at me with all their spikes,
their claws out, slashing, "scram!"

So I cower in my shelter,
my arms above my head,
they go past, helter skelter,
I know not what they said.

\.\. Ironic Infidel././

Seven melons will fall from the sky, and prophesy unto the heathens, who will proclaim: "HOLY SHIT! Talking melons!"

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