helpful stumble by Matthew Sharp no remorse in our eyes til its time to die we trace the lines drawn onto the dawn of a new creation old and stinks of stagnation imitating is control the sins of the father are told by the son creating culture civilization for everyone the pleasure the pain the guilt the shame the frame thats built in flames sustains itself on our inability to help ourselves with no desire to extinguish the fire 05/16/2010 Posted on 05/16/2010 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)