what up lounge...here's a brand new keystyle called: 'Tales from a �inful �oul - Part 1' ...just devloping a new sort of style...enjoy! -- The Lounge Of Lyricism 2003

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Date Posted: 10:04:27 03/09/03 Sun
Author: Versetyle aka �inful �oul⁷of ABZENT MINDED
Author Host/IP: host213-123-138-114.in-addr.btopenworld.com / 213.123.138.114
Subject: what up lounge...here's a brand new keystyle called: 'Tales from a �inful �oul - Part 1' ...just devloping a new sort of style...enjoy!

As gusts of wind blow sins through the gaps in my morals
I hold a halo over the head of a wingless angel to make her grovel
Mistake this quarrel if you like, misinterpret my insanity
My pride has corroded � the acid rain eats at my tin vanity
Common sense has rotten into a rusty collection of drivel
Everyday my love fizzles as a cold heart shrivels into pixels
Emitting artificial affection to a collection of close beings
At night I speak words of delight but inside my throat�s bleeding
A devote seedling grew into this bitter stem of resentment
My existence is free but I live like my mind serves a sentence
Trapped inside bars of ancestral expectation - I hate pressure
I was attacked by divinity - now I�m carried to hell on fate's stretcher
In a place of cold evil I hold a lighter up and thaw the frozen wrath
If I had the strength I would walk the length of the unchosen path
I'm so reclusive in this secure colony where the masses settle
Perhaps the road of thorns tears its way towards the petals..
But fuck it - I�ll leap face first into the nettles right now
So me and the other bitter beings can cry when the light's out
So blow a piteous breath towards the candle and laugh at this sinner
"You've had my soul for breakfast so here... have my heart for dinner... "

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this was cool, i thiught the flow was good and wordplay was excellent! keep it up (NT) -- nemesis, 11:56:34 03/09/03 Sun
WOAH, this is heat....I really enjoyed this piece, the flow was spot on and some real nice thought here (NT) -- Eternal Student, 12:54:05 03/09/03 Sun
Nice ass flow... I was able to flow right through this... No problem... hellatight piece.... I like the wingless angel thought.... One (NT) -- SKORP-I, 16:24:42 03/09/03 Sun

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