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The End Times
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The End Times |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
A movement in this aftermath She’s closing her eyes, for the final hour Smelling the scenery as it’s torn away Sitting on her rooftop, sifting through her weaknesses That summer dress so scorched She thought she’d always know this place Ghastly how this weather changed “Put your hands down, I’ll be here until the end I decided to bring this into life And so I’ll have to take it to its grave Make me weak, undo your dreams I am the everything that takes the blame You and me, we were once the same I am a human too and so I’ll say, I love you” She’s looking out now At this torn new world Watch the dead imitate reality As they flow in the water “Problem is, I don’t love you” She puts her head into her hands Awaiting the final plunge He screams out to her “If you cannot love me, this is all undone” She has already chosen and the sky recedes The ground has spoken: “come one, come all, these are the end times” |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
A very deep well written poem with choices to be made. Maggie |
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Vagabond Member
since 2004-01-23
Posts 163 |
ooooooh *shivers* come one, come all Vagabon the Lost One |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
nice write ryan, it really was. this piece was really powerful. "So what befalls the flawless? |
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