With a shape, the sorrow emerged
with a smile, the incest
bears none to a forward march
past in a hidden chest
With a voice (song), the agony conceived
with a whisper, the temptation
dwindle within thyself
abrasive through eternal salvation
Kings of Oedipus and Queens of Electra
Forgotten not will thy infame
With a glorious yesterday and fallen tomorrow
As I judge myself in thy name
Self-respect is the fruit of discipline; the sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself.
- Abraham J. Heschel
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:O dumbstruck where u got tiz idea from! i can never imagine how an incest will feel like; good, i suppose? :P
keep writin :)
BRILLIANT..I bow down...floored totally...glorious yesterday and forgotten tmrw is superb!!
Oedipus and electra! man only you could have written it this way....HATS OFF!
Superb Tsu!
The quote a reminder? :)
Very effective.
I thought MT said I blow down to you... SNORT SNORT...
Oh i have version myself...
A partial amnesia
A fragmented confusion
A desire to taste your own
The thrill of knowing its like digging your own nose
Its about the slient fart
Its smell only for you...
As graceful as it might be
an incest as just a pest...
Yours is more prophetic than mine of course...
BUt HOwsat?
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