Monday, April 26, 2010

The society exists,
But the rule does not.
Like a soul, pondering;
When all is well? Maybe not.

The endless void,
The neverending screams.
Torturous, as they may seem,
A blessing? A benefit? A sign of death?

The neverending pain,
Where dreams were once recognised.
Burnt, into the shadows,
Never heard, never known.

Turn the tides,
From the guilty, to the innocent.
Or to one,
To forgive the sins of many.

Flexibility, at its lowest point

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