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Saturday, September 15, 2007


First there was light
And then perpetual darkness
Now we are blinded
Falling through a cold abyss

It’s a full house
Of blinded men
Running all around
Shouting on the count

Voices from corners
Reasserting they exist
Of a world heavily
Enveloped by this mist

There’s a massacre
Somewhere west
Signals and waves
Glorying the mess

Prayers somewhere,
Blinded the rest
Like parasites
Riding on the crest

A bleeding earth
A meaningless birth
There’s no place left
To take more dirt

But it swells still
Becoming worse
Pushing through
This life of curse

That’s what we left
It could never rise
That’s how it bled
Didn’t we hear it cry?

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