<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=561354" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life is, and what is life?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk this path of darkest light<br>No freedom or room for flight<br>No exception, my world going gray<br>Life is, and what is life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Autumns breath turn bitter cold to silent rest<br>Dust these souls, my chained impurity<br>The clouds roam free, gates that are left to clog<br>And heavens maiden, alone to rose herself away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see a spider in your eyes<br>Silent, deadly-all so hopelessly pointless<br>In the grandest of grand-the scheme’s of things are weighted<br>I still roll the bloodied dice<br>But am unwilling to accept fate-which fate, has chained me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all walk amongst slaughtered lambs<br>God’s metaphor for purity and scrutiny<br>We-the hamsters of his will<br>Are still unopened for the dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you want to know something scary my friends<br>Just think-what you see, hear, touch and taste.<br>The feeling you have for her or him<br>The pain and misery, the loathing, the greed<br>Could all be painstakingly false</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We could be only a Childs, narrated, and triple X rated dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So-Life is, and what is life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Troy+Clark">Troy Clark</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=561354" data-title="Life is, and what is life? de Troy Clark" data-description="I walk this path of darkest light No freedom or room for flight No exception, my world going gray Life is, and what is life. Autumns breath turn bitter cold to silent rest Dust these souls, my chained impurity The clouds roam free, gates that are..."></div> </div> </div>

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