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Pagan
Contributed by
Urizen
on
Sunday, 4th December 2005 @ 03:37:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Slowly, gingerly, slowly, My feet tread. It will all become clear, It's in my nature. You cannot stop the eternal spinning of the world Or the orbit of the wheel of life. Like a sunken ship Or a fox with its hind legs caught in a trail of barbed wire, Death will move in slowly, blindly, slowly, Ready to protect you, Scoop you up in his ever-loving icy grip; Make you safe again from harm; The feeling you once had as a childof saftey and contentment; The feeling of waves, gently licking a sandy coastline, far away from here. This earthly stone, This erruption of inner fears; A storm too powerful to hide from; A compelling force Pushing you to the limit; The edge of reason. You crawl helplessly towards a brighter future Or a pit of lonliness, despair And the overwhelming aroma of disaster.
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Urizen
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2005-12-04 15:37:36] (Date/Time posted on
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