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Makwe's poem

finally
I am
alone
he is gone
David is gone
forever he is gone
what is left
is just a shell
a façade
a mask
he cannot go on
he has ceased to exist
he isn't
anymore
all his petty emotions
they are gone
all his stupid ideals
they have vanished
and those messed up dreams of his
they are no more
he has understood reality
he has seen the darkness
he has been shown what must be done
faith is no more
it is no more within his soul
left are his instincts
he come into possession
of a new
a different
a stronger instinct
the thirst has been awakened
a thirst which water cannot quench
which will not loosen its grip
but by blood
he knows I can
he knows I wish to
he knows I will provide it for him
therefore I am king
David
is
no more
my new name
is
Makwe




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Publicerad 2009-02-10 09:11



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