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Sundown
Contributed by
mrpwase
on
Wednesday, 20th December 2006 @ 04:01:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The sky is filled with water The ground is wet with blood Betrothed have finally come apart Lying, silent, in the mud They no longer wish to fight But neither will they work together To rebuild what they have broken Neither dove will lift a feather
In my head There is a void Ripped, devoured by rage In my heart I can feel nothing But the bars of my cage
The bootmarks drying in the sun The shrapnel rusting in the rain The soldier lying, without his gun The angel blinking through his pain The holy man in his enclave The saviour in his blood-red throne The artist sinking in his enclosure The young man with sins to atone
In my head There is a roar The silence is lost In my heart I can feel nothing But return feeling must
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mrpwase
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2006-12-20 16:01:03] (Date/Time posted on
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