The last standing me

I see the world collide
Into faces of darkness
I see the faithful dreamers
Denying our doom

And as the mountains crumble
Into magma and grief
The dreamers bow down
And shows him their trust

The oceans are joining
They`re storming with anger
Collides with the shores
And makes a new sand

This sand, this earth
This profet, his words
This painful destruction
This new world
This hurt...




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2005-11-08 at 18:23

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