Eminem

[bujub22]

Originally posted by Withcheese@12 March 2004 - 18:02
This thread has turned into a spam thread...I'm like King Midas, only everything I touch turns to spam...

King Spamdas?!?

omg he created another ego

[Cheese]

Originally posted by bujub22+12 March 2004 - 21:03--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (bujub22 @ 12 March 2004 - 21:03)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-Withcheese@12 March 2004 - 18:02
This thread has turned into a spam thread...I&#39;m like King Midas, only everything I touch turns to spam...

King Spamdas?&#33;?

omg he created another ego [/b][/quote]
No because that would be wrong...

[bujub22]

Originally posted by Withcheese+12 March 2004 - 18:04--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (Withcheese @ 12 March 2004 - 18:04)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'>

Originally posted by bujub22@12 March 2004 - 21:03
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@12 March 2004 - 18:02
This thread has turned into a spam thread...I&#39;m like King Midas, only everything I touch turns to spam...

King Spamdas?&#33;?

omg he created another ego

No because that would be wrong... [/b][/quote]
like that stopped yah before

[Cheese]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[Rappy]

[Cheese]

And I am dumb to tell a weather&#39;s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars

[Rappy]

[Cheese]

Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride

On that darkest day. Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow

Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother&#39;s breast

Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,

I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. The rivers of the dead

Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,

I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,

Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.

The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.

Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the light of the lording sky
An old blind man is with me where I go

Walking in the meadows of his son&#39;s eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres&#39;

Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.

O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. Oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.