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Gazing down into the river
My reflection makes me shiver
For now a beast I have become

Hunted by those I once knew well
All they see is a soulless shell
A killer that they fear and hate
And only violence can satiate
Their burning need for blood

Darting in amongst the trees
Rejuvenated by summers breeze
I escape into the hills
And smell the wild daffodils

I find a place to lay my head
A cave beside the riverbed
And so I sleep through the hours
Dreaming of the wildflowers
Remembering the evil powers
That drove me from my home

Twas sorcery which hath changed me
Into this beast that you now see
And if it is a beast they want
Then it's a beast they shall receive
I'll rip their children limb from limb
And watch the mothers weep and grieve
For the ones they loved and lost

Do to them what's done to me
They drove me out into the world
A cold, uncaring, violent world

They didn't care, they only saw
The bloodied teeth, the sharpened claw
A calf beneath my sturdy paw
Twitching as it bled

The calf was weak, and soon would die
They just don't see the world as I

Humans separate themselves
From the order of all things
A man who into his mind delves
Finding nature to be his king

One who does not obey the law
Is clearly not a man at all
So upon him was put a curse
To be a beast, what could be worse?

Torn from family and friends
Kept at bay by pitchfork ends
And forced to flee into the hills
Where he would think on daffodils

But soon the town would surely see
The kind of beast that they made me
©2008-2009 ~MlorfSpluncher
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take from it what you will, i'm tired, if you want an explanation or something, comment.
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I like it , there is a mutual feeling here, but could you tell me exactly what you were feeling if you remember

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The best breeze we'll ever feel on our face is the one that reminds us that we are moving forward.
i don't remember. plus i started it last thursday i think, so the feeling i had when i started was different from when i finished and revised it.

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my day
:sleep::yawn::confused::stupidme::slamhead::chainsaw::raincloud::shakefist::explosion::yawnstretch::sleep:

THE SCHLEEB DOES NOT TURN LEFT!!!

A- "Stop being so sarcastic!"
B- "Yeah, That'll happen"
so your emotions were bouncing around then while this was being written

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The best breeze we'll ever feel on our face is the one that reminds us that we are moving forward.
yes? i mean, doesn't your mentality change slightly from day to day?

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my day
:sleep::yawn::confused::stupidme::slamhead::chainsaw::raincloud::shakefist::explosion::yawnstretch::sleep:

THE SCHLEEB DOES NOT TURN LEFT!!!

A- "Stop being so sarcastic!"
B- "Yeah, That'll happen"
day to day? more like hourly sometimes.

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The best breeze we'll ever feel on our face is the one that reminds us that we are moving forward.
right, so you understand what i mean

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my day
:sleep::yawn::confused::stupidme::slamhead::chainsaw::raincloud::shakefist::explosion::yawnstretch::sleep:

THE SCHLEEB DOES NOT TURN LEFT!!!

A- "Stop being so sarcastic!"
B- "Yeah, That'll happen"
yes

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The best breeze we'll ever feel on our face is the one that reminds us that we are moving forward.
so did you really have to ask the question in the first place?

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my day
:sleep::yawn::confused::stupidme::slamhead::chainsaw::raincloud::shakefist::explosion::yawnstretch::sleep:

THE SCHLEEB DOES NOT TURN LEFT!!!

A- "Stop being so sarcastic!"
B- "Yeah, That'll happen"
yes, because you and I are not the same, we share many many similar views and interests but as far as knowing your ways of thinking I could put the questions into the category of courtesy

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The best breeze we'll ever feel on our face is the one that reminds us that we are moving forward.

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