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Pacing empty sidewalks, Chasing insubstantial things, I a sheep without a shepherd Fear the silence. As it rings, I watch the traveler dance, Slipping from shadow to silhouette, Passing charletans, in Retrospect, Undeserving of regret, Unnaturally cold and Teeming with thoughts of sin. Their whispers wonder carelessly, Riding like vapor on the wind. "Your lie is my salvation", I muttered, And in response was spoken, "Your flaw is imitation, And your will is finally broken", Scattered across the Planes, Indistinguishable in the dust and gloom. I the champion of Martyrdom Lie gracefully in my tomb. Beneath where the nightshades bloom, For Nature's rage to consume, The coup de gras in Her machination, I provoke Her henchmen as they loom. Here to repossess Her time and toil, For misuse of Her ethereal gift, She cleanses the canvas in lavender oil, And sets Her new vessel adrift. We, weary, wake and wallow, In search of another creature, Waiting for someone to follow, Just floating in the ether.
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Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
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Pacing empty sidewalks, Chasing insubstantial things, I a sheep without a shepherd Fear the silence. As it rings, I watch the traveler dance, Slipping from shadow to silhouette, Passing charletans, in Retrospect, Undeserving of regret, Unnaturally cold and Teeming with thoughts of sin. Their whispers wonder carelessly, Riding like vapor on the wind. "Your lie is my salvation", I muttered, And in response was spoken, "Your flaw is imitation, And your will is finally broken", Scattered across the Planes, Indistinguishable in the dust and gloom. I the champion of Martyrdom Lie gracefully in my tomb. Beneath where the nightshades bloom, For Nature's rage to consume, The coup de gras in Her machination, I provoke Her henchmen as they loom. Here to repossess Her time and toil, For misuse of Her ethereal gift, She cleanses the canvas in lavender oil, And sets Her new vessel adrift. We, weary, wake and wallow, In search of another creature, Waiting for someone to follow, Just floating in the ether.
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john-joseph-kalbfleisch
American
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
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