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Mar 2013
...Six o'clock
breath out of focus
the persistence starts to
wane
and the heavens lament
over countless stories
of forgotten blood
Black
smoke-fed-mouths
the world is deaf
from screaming victims
while the crime
feeds the world with hunger
Death becomes a blank stare
symphony
of dead grounds
Eyes wide open
Frozen
Lifeless
Shut to be
denied...
Mek
09.17.09
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
(Under my bed...)   
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