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Memories of childhood, reminisce of pet-like life Time unborn, devoted to cartoons and toys Tiny lives filled with little joys Little fingers drew the future, coloring all sorts of objects painting white walls Our masterpieces punishment And then, tears We mouthed storytellers Innocence was not of choice Questionable belief in soothsayers “Music is forbidden!” They shouted But our jumpy feet touched and danced We moved in circles Incoherent dance tiny lives filled with little joys Careless giggles at the cautious tales of heaven and earth Death was a mean man in a black robe We were fearless in the face of mystery Little wanderers armed by the Whys and Hows But dear, little did we know That death is the lingering shadow weighing on the edge of our beds That afterlife is a haunting nightmare That morals are the sleep paralysis of chaotic choices “Childhood is the only known heaven!”, we asserted So we became fitful sleepers Actively protesting the killings of children With our toy-like, light beaming devices Such despairing hope We search for little joys Now we feel older than we should A cause for misery Trapped in a ruinous decay Trying to remain joyous Because we merely remain
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Childhood
Memories of childhood, reminisce of pet-like life Time unborn, devoted to cartoons and toys Tiny lives filled with little joys Little fingers drew the future, coloring all sorts of objects painting white walls Our masterpieces punishment And then, tears We mouthed storytellers Innocence was not of choice Questionable belief in soothsayers “Music is forbidden!” They shouted But our jumpy feet touched and danced We moved in circles Incoherent dance tiny lives filled with little joys Careless giggles at the cautious tales of heaven and earth Death was a mean man in a black robe We were fearless in the face of mystery Little wanderers armed by the Whys and Hows But dear, little did we know That death is the lingering shadow weighing on the edge of our beds That afterlife is a haunting nightmare That morals are the sleep paralysis of chaotic choices “Childhood is the only known heaven!”, we asserted So we became fitful sleepers Actively protesting the killings of children With our toy-like, light beaming devices Such despairing hope We search for little joys Now we feel older than we should A cause for misery Trapped in a ruinous decay Trying to remain joyous Because we merely remain
I believe depriving children from a happy childhood is just about the worst thing we've ever done as a specie.
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YuriMarkovic
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YuriMarkovic
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
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