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ACTUALLY..... he shot himself because teenagers with nothing better to do argued over what he ment in his lyrics, instead of making their own interpretations, the reason for which he had indended to create his wonderful music ...for.

so he gave up on the human race, and decided to go back to his day-job.

as the devil.

in hell.

Because I'm bored, I shall bombard you all with cheesey poetry. Have a good day.
On a side note: Don't blame me for the god damn couplets; they're evil and should burn in Hell, but this was an assignment and I happened to like the subject matter of the poem. Kthnx.


Stellated Octahedron


Two triangles, as sent from above.
One made of light; the other of love.
In the first, we're eternal.
The second, we're immortal.
Spinning 'round us like carousels of old,
they carry us to places untold.

Special entities are we, for having such a gift.
These, our merkaba, enlighten and uplift.
The luck bestowed upon us, for having these figures of light,
and with their help aid us, in this mastication of our life.
One with the universe and one with each other.
Each human we should treat, as if our brother.

Mind-expanding, and making us elite.
No God, no Allah, to have us at their feet.
No Krishna, no Buddha, to have us at their call.
If we mess up on this plain--it's us to take the fall.
One conscious, and one being.
That's the way we should be seeing.

"It's just a ride." a brave soul once preached.
He tried to each us this, before his tires in life screeched.
Life is a ride; one we control.
Not with our conscious, but with our soul.
When focused on one good thin, the whole human race--
Something good and pure, mock the litany in our face.

To leave this life, like that of a leper's skin,
is to have failed, and have our hopes dimmed.
Think for yourself, and question what you may:
Tomorrow won't show us the same as today.
Life is a ride, and we think it's real.
Push past the illusion, and step in to the surreal.

I love it, subject matter-wise. The rhyme scheme takes the seriousness out of the poem. Rhymed couplets don't well with that type of poetry. But I really do like it.

I said this during a presentation in art class and everyone thought it was amazing:
"I tried to make diamonds, but they came out squares."