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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489210" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Remember The Torture Room</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i remember the torture room<br>i thought at first<br>it is hell where hot fires<br>and forks<br>hurt my skin and pierce<br>the flesh of my body</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i imagine it<br>to be this oven<br>of cinders where<br>devils with tails<br>and horns<br>frighten me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it isn't</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the torture room<br>in fact<br>is in the big house<br>where people<br>come and do not<br>talk<br>where we<br>have no <br>convergence<br>of the minds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where<br>she loves him<br>but he loves<br>another</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where wives<br>hate<br>and batter<br>their husbands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where husbands<br>too<br>slap their wives<br>and abandon<br>them <br>for another</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where children<br>have no<br>respect<br>for parents</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and where<br>parents<br>do not mind<br>their children</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where governments<br>run the state<br>for their<br>own personal<br>profit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where people<br>sell their<br>votes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where there is no care<br>and love<br>where hope cannot<br>thrive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where there is<br>indifference<br>violence<br>and perpetual<br>hatred and<br>always for<br>retaliation and<br>revenge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is indeed<br>a beautiful house<br>an earth filled<br>with colors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but those<br>who live here<br>have converted<br>this</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into a torture room</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we, now live<br>in the room<br>that we deserve</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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i thought at first
it is hell where hot fires
and forks
hurt my skin and pierce
the flesh of my body

i imagine it
to be this oven
of cinders where
devils with tails
and horns
frighten me

it isn't

the torture room
in ..."></div>
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