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The Forlorn Sun
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The Forlorn Sun |
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Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
Within the binds of his eyes she cannot run Powerless and feeble under the forlorn Saudi sun Down her cheek the tepid solution spills From a mundane view of pallid hills Faceless women gather around As she lies spread out on searing ground With emptiness consuming her mind The jolting blade is raised by her own kind Piercing the possessed atmosphere with her screams They be obeying the devils will in a hollow means As shots of blood brutalize the scenes In a mutawa set stage She dwells in the golden cage Tears falling in silent rage Flames revolting over dreams of a blissful page Shackled in the jewels of Al Sa'ud She slice’s thoughts in her cerebral feud Under nuptial demand The morning sun breaths on deaths sand As clean sheets are seized in her devils hand His eyes sending shots down her spine Clutching her shoulders she falls to the line Memory of lineage shame across a trembling hand Cast aside on violet dyed sand As her shattered mouth coughs blood she moans Her body jerking amongst soaring stones Under the forlorn Saudi sun she lies cold and raw A memory of nothing, no one, nobody, no more |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
This envoked many an emotion in me... that makes it powerful in my book. "sit on top of the world and tell me how you feel...'cause what you feel is what I feel for you.." |
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