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Hypnotized by a moving ad
What was once despised now idolized
Wishing time would not move on
Frozen in what one wished not to be gone

Pull the covers over my head
Protected in a grave of the dead
Memories, return as waves
Dark echoes out of graves

Lost in a thicket of dreams
Torn on brambles horns
Life in unconscious streams
Buried peace mourns

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

and on the gravestone, I see the words, "Here Lies America"---
I am awaiting the ressurection...