.
The
puppet awakened to...
martyrs-
selling raffle tickets
to the resurrection of
heaven-
as
the dawn
came crashing through
the trees...
and the moon hung lifeless
like a wet rag,
clipped to a frayed clothes line.
To
superstitious souls-
wearing antique flesh
like over sized overcoats;
and eternity mixing
with dew
and flow i n g
s l o w
l
y
into the holy river.
Who cut the puppet's strings?
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Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 3:59 PM UTC
.
The
puppet awakened to...
martyrs-
selling raffle tickets
to the resurrection of
heaven-
as
the dawn
came crashing through
the trees...
and the moon hung lifeless
like a wet rag,
clipped to a frayed clothes line.
To
superstitious souls-
wearing antique flesh
like over sized overcoats;
and eternity mixing
with dew
and flow i n g
s l o w
l
y
into the holy river.
Who cut the puppet's strings?
.
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