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Tuesday, February 28, 2006


pray-poem
Be there no place.
Be there no home.
Be there no warm embrace.
A tortured soul.
Ripped and pulled,
Torn and shattered,
Bleeding and broken.
Be there no sanctuary,
Be there no safety.
Be there only a guilty conscious,
Merely crying eyes,
And a sorrowful heart.
Contempt not known.
To not even know the warmth of touch,
The taste of success,
But only the bitter despair of failure.
Pray this be a figment dreamt,
A mere nightmare .
Be it only a disturbed dance of thy imagination.
Be it a ploy to distance thy from reality.
Pray it is so,
And not the hellish fate that will befall us all.
Not the destruction of the just,
Not of the Kind,
And Not of the innocent.
Pray it is not so

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