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Current mood:Finding a different path Category: Writing and Poetry
 What portent does this day begin with What miseries accompany our sins How many more will be marched to the gallows For the crime of being born To mothers of the battlegrounds To the young adult still children of the wars This existence has been fleeting For those of mortal flesh To send out their children swimming In corrosive saline death They call upon us to save them But we are so spun tight In chains, woven by modernity That there is nothing we can do But mourn their brief flight Until we are white bled And linger in our self pity Until night has fled So few will comprehend That the day is here And our time is come To enter eternity To transcend This world Ready or not This place is done Et je suis aussi bien
3:56 AM
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