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Sunday, January 16, 2005


   One World Called Home
The world was once an eerie place where people never romed.
A darkness swept the lands of dead, the lands that we call home.
Long before our shopping malls, our cell phones and the sea.
She was there to see it all alone, but never free.
Bound to nothing the nothing we call home.
Nowhere to move, and nowhere to be be.
Just to stay and oversee when everything went wrong.
She lost her grasp and so it fell.
The envy of the broken ash.
The battle ground of the Titans' clash.
Though none took form, their blood was spilt.
Seeds to the surface in all its dry, stale glory.
And when she thought the shadows would lift something still she found amiss.
From emptiness,
An invisible kiss.
And now the battle could be done
The past which we ignore.
For we will repeat that desolate land,
Just as we repeated before.
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