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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
We took our turns, spoke our very minds. We smiled and laughed, we yelled and scowled. We fought with our words, about how to use our swords. Swords of a new day, not the toothpicks of war as many say. No; we will never vote. Vote on a ballot of disgust. Never shall we trust. A revolution in our hearts. A new age in our eyes. A fever itching across our skin. Flags on our wrists, draped never to part. Voices shout in our revolutionary cries. Together even 'till the end. They came, asked us to move? Hah! Did they not know? We where the future. Move? Again you ask? Shoved to the ground air turning hot. Chest burned with fire, for I had been shot. May it be death, may it be imprisonment. In my last breath, gave me embarrassment. They'll be so proud of me. Parents standing on a grave. They'll say we were as thick as thieves, those fanatical terrorists. If only they could see. We were the future of humanity. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
Evokes emotion ·´~`·»Brett«·´~`· |
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