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Does it all come together In a burst of light Or a spark of shadows? Standing down the street And watching the flames Tear down the old fortress, I look to the sky, The tortured, screaming abyss Howling at the dusk; a wounded wolf abandoned. Hearing the blare of the brass horns Triumphantly declaring its cautious victory; The people cheer for structure and order And reject the children of Reason, As they cross the border into the forest Never to emerge again. I think, This vapid notion of turmoil, Which colors the ground with rust And solitary drops of rage, Clearly ties a steel rope around the beautiful people, fighting, fighting, running, endlessly through the town to the next; can they ever hope to change?
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Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 10:01 AM UTC
The Former Regime
Does it all come together In a burst of light Or a spark of shadows? Standing down the street And watching the flames Tear down the old fortress, I look to the sky, The tortured, screaming abyss Howling at the dusk; a wounded wolf abandoned. Hearing the blare of the brass horns Triumphantly declaring its cautious victory; The people cheer for structure and order And reject the children of Reason, As they cross the border into the forest Never to emerge again. I think, This vapid notion of turmoil, Which colors the ground with rust And solitary drops of rage, Clearly ties a steel rope around the beautiful people, fighting, fighting, running, endlessly through the town to the next; can they ever hope to change?
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ethan-z
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 10:01 AM UTC
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