December 02, 2004

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Anger, fury, hope remains
It seems that time is back again
Loneliness, and angst abound
Clouded in a foggy shroud
Dispair, apathy, singular thoughts
Thought is empty, all seems lost
Thoughts of truth and what is wrong
Keeping track, for what I long
An empty bottle finds relief
Dulls the senses, stops the grief
Disappointment, lifes little quirks
Fuck you asshole liberal jerks