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And there are four
On the Floor
By The door
Lay crippled in
Their lack of vim
And weathered hands
These cubes of gray
Go day by day
Without a soul
No work of grand
Take heart and stand
Against the top
I've taken power
At random hour
And Ended them
For they are gone
No land or lawn
To weep the loss
And now I see
What has been wrought
By my own hands
Then do I take
These shards of glass
And end the tape?
And the four
Became a five
In crimson red
- by CaptainBaconMan |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/22/2008 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- CaptainBaconMan - 11/26/2008
- Wow, I showed this too six people and they all got it. Learn how to decipher dude. It's about a guy who goes nuts from the remedial office work and kills four people and then himself.
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- MichaelCraig - 11/22/2008
- What dose it mean? Its like you took a few lines that has nothing to do with the Topic (but rime) and wrote them down.
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