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Rated: E · Other · Other · #960723
A poem that is not quite finished
Destruction has dawned
But only few can see
That the day has come
When no one is free
Determined to walk through walls
And on water
Forgetting the loves ones
Sons and daughters
The world is lost
Painful sobs echo
In empty streets
Months go by as if
Without weeks
I wish I could be
The one to change it all
Btu one giant leap
Is one step too small
Btu I am trying to crawl
On hands and knees alike
I will fight
For my life
Without lack
With my hands
Tied behind my back
My eyes blindfolded
And no legs nor feet
Btu the stronger I fight
The more you become weak
Even though I stand as one
I am not alone
All around me
The wars rage on
Death , dying ,souls undead
Forgotten to forgive
Forgiven to forget
On a pedestal he sits
But not for long
For all you have suffered
Will soon come to pass
While he walks on water
We walk on glass
And fall through
Leaving this life with no clue
Towards the next one
And it is all new to you
People close their blinds
As if it doesn’t exist
Btu with their eyes open
They couldn’t even see
Through the mist
Lord, He is pissed
The day has come
When the mind is weak
Speaking in tongues
Without a heart
You can’t speak
Nor be heard
The most honest heart
Will cut the strongest sword





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