Friday, July 11, 2008
Everyone is at war…But sometimes it feels that no one cares…...
Abandoned Senses The beauty of the eyes Are out of sight Blinded by fear To acknowledge disaster Ostentatious of growing chaos Acoustic nerves Projecting deaf to serve It’s function to hear the noise Of howling grave voice Stirred by evil greed Taste the vile impediment Of spoiled sentiments The bitter fight for blight If only to taste some sweet light Taste the incessant torture at hand The air feels strongly with ire Interminable abuse throughout the nation Burning their flesh in indignation...
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