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War
Contributed by
sebgreen
on
Monday, 11th June 2012 @ 12:54:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Oh the weight, the blinding whiteness,
Row upon row sprouting from the earth
Pristine white, pure, unlike our souls
And twisted minds.
The spittle spat from the heavy mass
Of grey and black anger lingering above
Is not yet thick enough to drown
Tears of shame and pain.
Oh, great is the pain,
Despicable waste,
So many down, beneath my feet,
Whilst I stand here and weep
In shame.
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