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Upset Dynasty

Here I sit again

drained out, washed up and fingers worn;

left to wonder where the time has gone.

 

This disillusion I have dreamt of before

and I remain unfulfilled

holding steady for another day

but I wait in discontent

 

Soft and steady spiral

shoot me up to the heavens

trigger pressed

i rifle towards the skyline

 

In search of the unknown

I fly around aimlessly

plucking the clouds from the sky

one by one

 

Shimmering twilight

another day has since come to pass.

Without a hault,

I am going nowhere fast.

 

Puppet of this upset dynasty,

I parade around a "united" soldier

fallen to shambles under

a shameless facade.

 

They have stolen the dignity

of our fathers without blinking.

Onward we must march

before this ship is done sinking.

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bridgette-jester
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Jun 14, 2013
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