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We have come across fresh innocence
The one child, the seeing one
The arbitary decison, a final choice
Deep in this yard of souls
We have fo..
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This gentle palace of norm
Sits anxiously, quiet before the storm
Boom! Crack!
The anger of the gods strikes fierce into the earth
The lig..
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Distant friends, companions in the wind
Send your letter bird fourth
Send a message, the portrayal
The blue tinted photograph
Show us what you..
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Look now at our grand creation
This place we drew out
Youthful manifistations, cruelly real dreams
Look now to its poppulace the ones who giv..
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The mass pollutant, posioner of the soul
The flesh, rotting
Black as coal
Defiler of the soul
The mist came to me once
Coming deep from t..
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A poem i wrote after visiting a now abandoned teen hang out spot in the woods near my home called the biker bowl.
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Calm is the road tonight
Calm it is
The creeping peace, only to give way
It calls, what did the chirping cricket say?
The unnatually born cal..
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Me and some friends made a club house out of my garage for all the kids in town to come smoke and drink. This is a reflection i made sitting by myself..
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The breaking, the fragementation of the mind
The mind, and instrument once so kind
The rending of the flesh
The silence of a grave
The messe..
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Deep inside this hollow space
Echos the voice down the hall
Slumbering contently, ignoring the hang mans call
Peer into the mask, your glamour
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