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November, was deranged and red hot When the bells rang out With salvation’s tune Across deathly plains, Defiled by the years In their barbed asylum, Few survivors strode home To a bittersweet song A colossus of a lie: “All wars have finally Met their demise”
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How should we feel When we’ve lived this tragedy before And all the names ring the same? We scale a new mountain Of copper and brass, Each watchful dawn To the screams of our siblings Will we run to their sides?
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? I miss her Whispering disarray Feeding the frantic swarm In my chasm of faults ? The slow murderous burn Of each vicious word Sheltered From lustful ears ? The slow decay Of a full day’s joy Withered In the swell of her being ? I miss the few And…
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It’s one of those courageous nights Filled with wild screams, Steamed up windows And primal rhythms It’s one of those nights When the planets seem aligned And every peg falls in place With unnatural ease It’s one of those nights When every stadium explodes in jubilation, When the Gaslamp is swarmed By an army of…
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These times reverberate In the key of e-minor, Filling my ears With incendiary thoughts Smoldering within, I turn from the world To extinguish the fears It has sown in my skull Solitude breeds peace, For mere seconds Till it’s filled, With the intrusive song Today has seared in my soul
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It feels as if my stomach is roasting Over open flame, Blistering and turning In agony’s sick reign Day in and day out My pulse runs astray, Like a foaming rottweiler Who has broken its chain
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I burn to ash and bone Every once in a while Set off, By an attic full of faulty wires Some nights I crumble To a blanket of ruin When my inner world shivers From the mites of unrest But I will sail away In a heartless daze When the ocean’s rise up, And extinguish…
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We’re shielded from the bright eyes of ancients From their canopy of flames, They burn forgotten In a cold wilderness The vital lights we shed Leave them glowing in vain, Shunned by our towers Encrusted with pride Is there any place left Where the shadows grow long, Where they fan out and flourish Under a…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: I breakaway, into a beautiful silence When the era grows too warm And it mindlessly scalds Breaking through, to the coast Where the free-flowing thoughts All converge To rage through eternity’s depths I too must swim From the singe of these years Letting emptiness expand And envelop my frights ?…
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The lights in my eyes grow dull In this nightmarish region, When the ghosts I carry All sing and rattle in their rusted chains When they lay the bait Of my rotten desires, Before the coiling vipers Who’ve lured me inside Of their killing embrace, Night after night
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