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I dont know

Contributed by loopylou on Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 03:06:23 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

escaping from our graves
we run with the moon apon our backs
just managing to cover our deceitfull tracks
we are human beings that are built to stand
but we crawl
for our legs are only worthy to scrape the floor
I think these words were written to be together
because they fit so well
maybe a little hint that the once peacefull earth has turned to hell
everything is crumbling in my mere hand
where did Gods prophecy go about the promised land?
I don't know what this poems about
apart from a war
and that I wish I could lay with the larva in the earths core
should I scream or shout?
who has taken over my pen as I write faster then the wind blows?
Who am I? Who are you?
When is my pen going to rest I haven't got a clue
so I'll just carry on rambling to you...
so the world a mess
and I'm very unimpressed
is the message getting through?
What have I got to do?
Huh why care about everyone else...
...when I'm in ruins...
just falling of the social ladder
unbalanced am I a fret?
To myself or someone else?
What about society?
What about me?
What is to become of us?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

Copyright © loopylou ... [ 2004-02-15 15:06:23]
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