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29-04-2011, 11:59 AM
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Waters wall
Longer than Hadrian
comes the wall of bruises
and isolation.
So pale in your whiteness,
so pure each concrete brick.
Started out fatherless
but gained a wild maternal.
Protection for your
sensitivities to come
in despaired decadence.
Fear consumed veils
of so called education
ringing through all hope.
Repressed creativity
in all it's longing glory.
Years struggle on
like the broken winged Fly
crawling through the earth.
Success marginalised
by deep rooted diseased tree's.
You drove away wife
to the arms of another,
forgetting existence.
Your pleas unheard in the rain,
scalded and boomeranged back.
Through a calm numb pulse
the Worms call as soul searchers,
claiming you in arms.
Their irressitable grasp,
the facist that lives within.
As you merge into
the point of no return,
a stop sign appears.
Your mask to be judged
by the kingdom of ugliness.
Sentenced to nakedness
amongst fallible mourners,
you become a child.
Once more a return to soul
where the Artist lingers.
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