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		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1095</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
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		<updated>2015-09-28T02:46:02Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.186.151: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens budding trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s gone and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I think that somehow we&amp;#039;d be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world cannot contain my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>108.63.186.151</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1094</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
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		<updated>2015-09-28T02:39:17Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.186.151: /* Verse 2 */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens budding trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s gone and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world can&amp;#039;t house my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>108.63.186.151</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Heat_Death&amp;diff=1093</id>
		<title>Heat Death</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Heat_Death&amp;diff=1093"/>
		<updated>2015-09-28T00:58:18Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.186.151: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still night, three o&amp;#039;clock&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The fog creeps into town&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You can&amp;#039;t see past the next two blocks&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your gaze is driven down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause you can&amp;#039;t see the stars that shine in the sky&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The fog is way too dense&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can&amp;#039;t see another person, wave hello&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To try would make no sense&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Slam Poetry Rap===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The neighbours&amp;#039; human faces all eclipsed&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amidst the mist, one cannot hope to glimpse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The girl immersed in words&lt;br /&gt;
hurling into a literary world unfurling and purling before her as it percolates inside her brainpan,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The man standing as he hammers out a jam at his piano&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
His fix consists of eliciting licks with the flick of his wrist and mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The child with building bricks&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He unpicks and affixes until his vision sticks, his starfish mitts twist in stout, determined fists:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Within the abysm of the mist!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Pre-Chorus 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Between the heat and cold there is the fog&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And human warmth is spread increasing thin&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Separation, slow dispersion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of tiny points of light&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Soon achieving cold inertion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They can&amp;#039;t contend against entropic end&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With heads bowed down to trace our steps&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Count cracks and crevices&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of the cloud of witnesses&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eking out our feeble lives&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And never seeing face to face&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tired roles we endlessly reprise&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One stroke and we&amp;#039;re erased&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Word came to me in a roundabout way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So I&amp;#039;m calling on that ancient Muse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And as I stand before you now&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I see your faces unconfused&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The everpresent cloud of smoke&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That rises from the coals&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Eclipsing faces &amp;#039;midst the gentle but unwavering light&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stand aright!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Lord possessed me at the first&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By the Self-same has renewed the earth&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Remember, Man, that dust thou art&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A dying ember on the hearth&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Pre-Chorus 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Between the cold and heat there is the fog&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sparks are flying upward on the wind&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Separation, slow dispersion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Into the chill of night&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Unfit alone to bear the burden&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>108.63.186.151</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Heat_Death&amp;diff=1092</id>
		<title>Heat Death</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Heat_Death&amp;diff=1092"/>
		<updated>2015-09-28T00:53:20Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.186.151: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still night, three o&amp;#039;clock&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The fog creeps into town&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You can&amp;#039;t see past the next two blocks&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your gaze is driven down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause you can&amp;#039;t see the stars that shine in the sky&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The fog is way too dense&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can&amp;#039;t see another person, wave hello&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To try would make no sense&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Slam Poetry Rap===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The neighbours&amp;#039; human faces all eclipsed&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amidst the mist, one cannot hope to glimpse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The girl immersed in words&lt;br /&gt;
hurling into a literary world unfurling and purling before her as it percolates inside her brainpan,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The man standing as he hammers out a jam at his piano&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
His fix consists of eliciting licks with the flick of his wrist and mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The child with building bricks&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He unpicks and affixes until his vision sticks, his starfish mitts twist in stout, determined fists:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Within the abysm of the mist!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Pre-Chorus 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Between the heat and cold there is the fog&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And human warmth is spread increasing thin&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Separation, slow dispersion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of tiny points of light&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Soon achieving cold inertion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They can&amp;#039;t contend against entropic end&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With heads bowed down to trace our steps&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Count cracks and crevices&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of the cloud of witnesses&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eking out our feeble lives&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And never seeing face to face&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tired roles we endlessly reprise&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One stroke and we&amp;#039;re erased&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Word came to me in a roundabout way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So I&amp;#039;m calling on that ancient Muse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And as I stand before you now&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I see your faces unconfused&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The everpresent cloud of smoke&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That rises from the coals&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Eclipsing faces &amp;#039;midst the gentle but unwavering light&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stand aright!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Lord possessed me at the first&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Remember, Man, that dust thou art&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A dying ember on the hearth&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Pre-Chorus 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Between the cold and heat there is the fog&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sparks are flying upward on the wind&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Separation, slow dispersion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Into the chill of night&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Unfit alone to bear the burden&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Heat_Death&amp;diff=1091</id>
		<title>Heat Death</title>
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		<updated>2015-09-28T00:33:01Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.186.151: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still night, three o&amp;#039;clock&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The fog creeps into town&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You can&amp;#039;t see past the next two blocks&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your gaze is driven down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause you can&amp;#039;t see the stars that shine in the sky&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The fog is way too dense&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can&amp;#039;t see another person, wave hello&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To try would make no sense&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Slam Poetry Rap===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The neighbours&amp;#039; human faces all eclipsed&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amidst the mist, one cannot hope to glimpse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The girl immersed in words&lt;br /&gt;
hurling into a literary world unfurling and purling before her as it percolates inside her brainpan,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The man standing as he hammers out a jam at his piano&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
His fix consists of eliciting licks with the flick of his wrist and mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The child with building bricks&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He unpicks and affixes until his vision sticks, his starfish mitts twist in stout, determined fists:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Within the abysm of the mist!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Between the heat and cold there is the fog&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And human warmth is spread increasing thin&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Separation, slow dispersion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of tiny points of light&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Soon achieving cold inertion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They can&amp;#039;t contend against entropic end&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With heads bowed down to trace our steps&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Count cracks and crevices&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of the cloud of witnesses&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eking out our feeble lives&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And never seeing face to face&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tired roles we endlessly reprise&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One stroke and we&amp;#039;re erased&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Word came to me in a roundabout way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So I&amp;#039;m calling on that ancient Muse&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And as I stand before you now&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I see your faces unconfused&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Between the cold and heat there is the fog&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sparks are flying upward on the wind&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The everpresent cloud of smoke&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That rises from the coals&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Eclipsing faces &amp;#039;midst the gentle but unwavering light&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stand aright!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Lord possessed me at the first&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Remember, Man, that dust thou art&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A dying ember on the hearth&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Between the cold and heat there is the fog&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We lose our heat without the flame within&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Separation, slow dispersion&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Into the chill of night&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Unfit alone to bear the burden&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1090</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
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		<updated>2015-09-22T05:07:55Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.186.151: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens budding trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s over and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world can&amp;#039;t house my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1089</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1089"/>
		<updated>2015-09-19T17:21:18Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.186.151: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s over and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I really think we could be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole universe can&amp;#039;t house my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
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