Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Monday, November 9, 2009

belie believe be live

clusterfuck radius spews outward
harbingers claim noose is coward
vagabonds preaching for god's intent
wishing well water poisoned for views bent
creep creep walking up to the mayor's doors
to keep destruction curbed forever more
at last we view these fallen heroes
piling up as media's disposable zeroes
cashing plots to ring our sultry necks
to wash our hopes and replace regrets
plug up nature's loving womb
lock us in this corporate tomb
shields come up as soldiers fall down
you paid your blood and can only frown
rain rain please go away
don't make us wake up today
shower me with all your tortures now
i'll graze on your lies forever a cow

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