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Witheringland
Contributed by
Benny14
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Monday, 13th February 2006 @ 03:08:58 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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We built this city on a fallen hero
Knowing not the way of things,
Dictated by Homeric era,
His broken body hailed though feared,
Even Machiavelli would have rejoiced
In his throne of dispassionate marble;
It seems Circumstance and Tradition
Were beguiled by Superstition,
Our walls perfectly glimmered gold
While inside the mansions crumbled
From what we best can say as beliefs
Self-observed and obstinate
We know not the way of things.
We are not the way of things.
Destiny and recitation trick us and do
Nothing to still the hands on the hilt,
All we can love is this city weve built.
One from the ashes of earth, the dead gave birth
And maybe well all remember what should come first.
Copyright ©
Benny14
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2006-02-13 03:08:58]
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Re: Witheringland
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by Shmokin on
Monday, 13th February 2006 @ 05:07:58 AM AEST
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nice write, v poignant about someting , although im not sure wot! lol,
i enjoyed it, I did one called Tainted by the few, sort of on same line, :-) |
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