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A stab in the dark 7



7

Quenched by frenzied fire
he longs for oblivion’s water
in late rush hour cries
for illegal opium,
the original sleep.

Memory is his only legacy
balancing on blinding seas
with gravity falling
between words
condition may offer.

Long live extreme and august anger
fortifying unity of mass destruction
under words of want and sword
in one eloquent man.

Burning gain is far more exciting
than the anguish of poverty,
dark hearts speak louder
than unpaved streets.

Long live the voices
that pray for blood,
unforgiving instigators
of fear and obliteration.




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Publicerad 2011-09-02 23:17

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