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The Poetry Thread
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<blockquote data-quote="Garraty_47" data-source="post: 726312" data-attributes="member: 1547"><p><strong><u>Unnamed</u></strong></p><p></p><p>Flow me faster</p><p>Thru the cracks</p><p>A mindscape slide</p><p>A fleet escape</p><p>Take it all away</p><p>Just take it away</p><p></p><p>No truth spoke</p><p>From mortal lips</p><p>Teeth are cages</p><p>Eyes know better</p><p>Nothing to say but</p><p>Nothing to say</p><p></p><p>Knowledge burns</p><p>With fickle flames</p><p>A spark becomes</p><p>A conflagration</p><p>But then it dies</p><p>It always dies</p><p></p><p>Butcher days with</p><p>Hourly knives</p><p>Cut the pieces</p><p>In sixty bits</p><p>Now we've killed time</p><p>We all kill time</p><p></p><p>Collective insanity</p><p>A human condition</p><p>Concrete cells</p><p>In the asphalt ward</p><p>Here on asylum Earth</p><p>Trapped on asylum Earth</p><p></p><p>Follow one path</p><p>Leads to another</p><p>So many feet</p><p>So little ground</p><p>Where can we go now</p><p>Nowhere to go now</p><p></p><p>Silence in the heavens</p><p>Cacophony below</p><p>Hurling prayers</p><p>To empty spaces</p><p>The gods are dead</p><p>Our gods all dead</p><p>They died, every one, of shame.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Garraty_47, post: 726312, member: 1547"] [B][U]Unnamed[/U][/B] Flow me faster Thru the cracks A mindscape slide A fleet escape Take it all away Just take it away No truth spoke From mortal lips Teeth are cages Eyes know better Nothing to say but Nothing to say Knowledge burns With fickle flames A spark becomes A conflagration But then it dies It always dies Butcher days with Hourly knives Cut the pieces In sixty bits Now we've killed time We all kill time Collective insanity A human condition Concrete cells In the asphalt ward Here on asylum Earth Trapped on asylum Earth Follow one path Leads to another So many feet So little ground Where can we go now Nowhere to go now Silence in the heavens Cacophony below Hurling prayers To empty spaces The gods are dead Our gods all dead They died, every one, of shame. [/QUOTE]
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