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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 4:34:30 GMT -5
Governing, mourning in Roman celebration pushed beyond boundary, I want this caste gone from body.
Sunsets in this wasteland bring comfort in decay, as demons reign in white light angels get their feathers plucked by dismay floating through darkness then all fade.
New age order lit the beacons shining down on warriors plagued by theory, fairytales, and disorder.
Whole lives wasted trying to prove all to those unworthy, seeing exactly what they are suppose to see... nothing.
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Post by twistedangel on Dec 24, 2014 7:28:53 GMT -5
am unsure about the meaning in S1 or how it ties to the rest of the poem..so i reread it starting from S2 (cos i dont understand S1)..an think this is a really good write, am loving the dark futility behind it nice
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krake
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Post by krake on Dec 27, 2014 19:48:52 GMT -5
Gonna take a few more reads to decipher this one but it's very intriguing and well written.
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