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(                                 ) )(                 ^                 )( <  ^  > ^ /////  • ||| <> /  ( • ) ( • ) \ v / \                                                      •                      Sainted Goddess •   • & after all the games are played //                     • • & after death ||| We are so very ugly when dead •• •       • Our poetry suffers greatly when we are dead || ( well For SOME of us ) •• We die when we become indifferent We die when we just get       INTO IT ! ( you know ) •• We die when we allow ourselves To lose our moral restraint //                      // • The rain // hard rain The reign of kings The reign of death The reign of terror Of drone airplanes The reign of wealth And godlessness // The reign of ego / pride / and shame •• The reign of lovelessness //:// //:// //:// Do I still love you YES I DO But this means nothing anymore No one knocks upon the door No one walks the beach at dawn No one guards each child  new born Or vows to keep them free from harm // • // ( • ) // • // Here we are ! Walking corpses See us fade Into the realm of shame Soon the pain Of insatiable remorse We could of done things differently We could of done so many things And loved each other all the while And lived our lives with pride and grace
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
Slow death // hard death ---- coming to a body near you
(                                 ) )(                 ^                 )( <  ^  > ^ /////  • ||| <> /  ( • ) ( • ) \ v / \                                                      •                      Sainted Goddess •   • & after all the games are played //                     • • & after death ||| We are so very ugly when dead •• •       • Our poetry suffers greatly when we are dead || ( well For SOME of us ) •• We die when we become indifferent We die when we just get       INTO IT ! ( you know ) •• We die when we allow ourselves To lose our moral restraint //                      // • The rain // hard rain The reign of kings The reign of death The reign of terror Of drone airplanes The reign of wealth And godlessness // The reign of ego / pride / and shame •• The reign of lovelessness //:// //:// //:// Do I still love you YES I DO But this means nothing anymore No one knocks upon the door No one walks the beach at dawn No one guards each child  new born Or vows to keep them free from harm // • // ( • ) // • // Here we are ! Walking corpses See us fade Into the realm of shame Soon the pain Of insatiable remorse We could of done things differently We could of done so many things And loved each other all the while And lived our lives with pride and grace
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jeffrey-robin
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
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