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[title] => A World Lost
[time] => 2005-08-03 03:56:27
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[bodytext] => A World Lost Sitting in my lopsided chair; Begging silently, I plea for justice. However, here she is blind. Help me, for you must see I suffer; Suffering, as I watch these walls crumble Into ruins of ancient Greece It is you, a devil who has caused this chaos You believe in your God but he has no mercy His wrath affecting the innocent Sacrificing souls to his horsemen Reaching for a pen that does not exist; I write, On imaginary paper An Institution of un-cleanliness creeps about On the crusted feces of peoples hands, Crippled moral walks, zombie like Hinting, carefully of the end Tomorrow, a broken record plays again and again, Implanting the routine into mindless actions Skipping occasionally, Creating a slightly different remix In order to fool those who do not care to notice Goofy and childlike you sit about barking Taking control sergeant like, unaffected By reality Actions without consequence, heed to the dirt That clings to your body like a needy child. Rotten fruit takes places of your heart, as Flies swarm out of your mouth with each Putrid word you speak. Spreading the plague with each controlled step Withered bodies dry up and disappear to a better haven Again you smile, it is empty Babyish, I would say you must have gas. Sitting in my lopsided chair, I realize as the heat sweeps in from under the door Summer will not end The sun is only growing hotter Glowing like jaundice Falling like a comet Destroying life, and burning hope into ashes But it will be me that collects them in my golden urn Screwing it tightly shut, placing it on the mantle I will look upon it and in its reflection, Yesterday will be there; As I, Write with a pen that does not exist. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 73 [informant] => taurusgem1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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