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Some Kind Of Matador

Contributed by naijerana on Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 02:12:50 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

One can have an opinion
For every thing
Yet watch on the way you are saying
Your opinion
And to who
One may live with it
While the other gets furious
One who is using words
Witch are not heard
Will get rivals
While the other has the same opinion
But is using words
Witch can be heard
Will get rivals
But lesser
And he will get the chance to live
While in the books witch are so holy
Are written
Ye neither kill nor hurt
A single living soul
Or else thy have
Sinned
And yet they go against
These rules
These holy rules
Why, why is the biggest question
Witch may not be answered
At all
Maybe someday
But not now
And why should someone
Declare some kind of war
To every one who belongs
To that kind
While only one of them
Did it
That is something for stereotypes
To do
Or does who will become
A stereotype
Yet a little war has already began
And a little one will
Go to big
And as we fight here on earth
So to might
God and Allah
However we can not see that
For they might as well are trying
To settle it
Yet on both sides
The mortals are saying
They are fighting and ours shall win
And both are saying blasphemy to each other
Until both sides will fall down
On the same moment
On the ground
Neither by combat
Nor there wounds
But by there followers
Neither the angels nor the prophets in heaven
Can heal those wounds
Of there gods
Caused by only one man
Who wanted some kind of challenge
And a challenger he got
And then the wire of his life
Was snapped into two
By the scissors of Apopes
And none can change
The will of the unchangeable
And so he died
And immediately
Grief, sorrow and overreaction came
Slaughter they all said
Well I say
He was just killed like any other
Man or girl
Who to had an bullet or two and an knife in them
I my self find the word
Slaughter
More to be used for the little girl
Rowena the girl of Mulde
That is what Im calling
Slaughter
And I do not feel
Neither grief nor sorrow
For those who challenge them
Selfs to dead
Just like the matadors do in Spain
So do we here
Just like any other land has an

Some Kind Of Matador

Copyright © naijerana ... [ 2005-03-23 14:12:50]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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