October 26, 2008

The innocent die crying,
As the guilty lie–
And all liars are put to rest
In such comfort,
Despite what chaos surrounds.

Pathetic bodies and
Withering souls–
Absorb the brutal strikes–
Lay in the cold,
There is no room here
For vagrants!

As it is told these days,
Little remains of a
Prospering future–
Except those below such tyrants
Finally gasping with control–
Their lives, The time.

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