Mou...I had to do it again...damn relapse. Ah well, it runs in my veins like Risperdal on a Sunday evening. Ara, let's go.
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The Sorority
Chapter 2:
Venus...Clover Darling
Yes, oh yes,
The world has become sadder
Since I donned the orange and blue.
How misfortunate.
My sisters say to me,
Hey V, you'd make a good leader,
Maybe declare war on
This place called Iraq.
And then I say,
How can I be a good leader
When I am given the mind of a despot?
Look at the 1940's.
Look at the Holocaust.
Look at slavery in that raped land
Where "all men are born free."
All those victims were fodder for
A tyrant, denying happiness.
You call that leadership?
I call that sinfulness.
I call that cowardice.
I call that...I can't say it...
And then I walk away,
Knowing that the world isn't fair.
Life isn't fair.
Everyone I know, including myself,
Recognize and commit
To finding a peaceful solution
To an answer.
It boils down to money.
Cold, hard cash.
They want to take us away
To some barren wasteland
That reeks of desecration,
Where we are forced
To fight for something
Meaningless, and forgettable.
I recall that day
When my friend,
Knowing that her lover was killed,
Committed suicide,
Her blood staining the marble floor,
But for a purpose.
She could not stand the evils of this world.
Her purity remained intact,
Even after that honorable act.
And I say honorable, because
It seems the only way out.
The world I have lived in
Has become one where
We could only wish
That it would not be
What it is now.
If that is the case,
I too, do not deserve to see
Something like this.
I denounce war,
As it was that that took my friends away
From everyone.
Everyone...
This world will be a better place,
I just know it. Time, darling, time...
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End Chapter 2
Review. Now.
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The Sorority
Chapter 2:
Venus...Clover Darling
Yes, oh yes,
The world has become sadder
Since I donned the orange and blue.
How misfortunate.
My sisters say to me,
Hey V, you'd make a good leader,
Maybe declare war on
This place called Iraq.
And then I say,
How can I be a good leader
When I am given the mind of a despot?
Look at the 1940's.
Look at the Holocaust.
Look at slavery in that raped land
Where "all men are born free."
All those victims were fodder for
A tyrant, denying happiness.
You call that leadership?
I call that sinfulness.
I call that cowardice.
I call that...I can't say it...
And then I walk away,
Knowing that the world isn't fair.
Life isn't fair.
Everyone I know, including myself,
Recognize and commit
To finding a peaceful solution
To an answer.
It boils down to money.
Cold, hard cash.
They want to take us away
To some barren wasteland
That reeks of desecration,
Where we are forced
To fight for something
Meaningless, and forgettable.
I recall that day
When my friend,
Knowing that her lover was killed,
Committed suicide,
Her blood staining the marble floor,
But for a purpose.
She could not stand the evils of this world.
Her purity remained intact,
Even after that honorable act.
And I say honorable, because
It seems the only way out.
The world I have lived in
Has become one where
We could only wish
That it would not be
What it is now.
If that is the case,
I too, do not deserve to see
Something like this.
I denounce war,
As it was that that took my friends away
From everyone.
Everyone...
This world will be a better place,
I just know it. Time, darling, time...
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End Chapter 2
Review. Now.