February 11, 2009
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What evil thoughts does the mind conceive
When friends are away and one's left to dream

The heart, it seems, is a villainous core
The soul, so dark, is bruised and sore

If ever a science so devoted to pain
Anthropology studies have made me insane

Humanity's form, as the Romans did find,
Is a gateway to the death of the mind

The purpose of life is to inevitably die
The nature of man is to cheat and lie

Destruction through joy causes Annihilation
Ultimate Suffering is the path to Salvation

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Anonymous This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 7, 2009 at 3:45 am
wow. i cant say i like this poem...well i do...but.. its perfect in a sense. like, so true. you add beauty to a hard truth. amazing
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