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A species drunk on its own power,
sets the clock for the final hour.
Moving forward without advancing,
a cluster of puppets mindlessly dancing.
Always going through the motions,
always committed without devotion.
A pseudo hero we blankly follow,
into the darkness, come the morrow.
- by Aislene Drossel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/18/2008 |
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- Title: Into the End
- Artist: Aislene Drossel
- Description: Most of my poems focus on society and related societal ills.
- Date: 07/18/2008
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Azure Felis - 11/06/2008
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That is quite brilliant smile
you have noticable talent!!! - Report As Spam
- mexicantacos2003 - 11/06/2008
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ouch what a harsh reality.
there is no hope??
(i think we all know who you are talking about) - Report As Spam
- x_V-Ghost-V_x - 11/06/2008
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its just how things are now a days...
I liked it, could you do me a favor and read mine? I would really appreciate it, its called: If only love would except me - Report As Spam