progeny of recent events.
Nothing is the way it seems
We get deliberately lost
In a thousand horrid dreams
The apple keeps on falling
It poisons our mind
The voices keep on calling
They're there for us to find
They whisper lies, it is not true,
We are alone once again
There is no chorus left to chant the old snakes` refrain
As we forget the things we knew
And silently accept the chain
There is no such thing as purpose – there is nothing but the pain
The apples keep on falling
They're raining from the sky
We refuse to go on crawling
For we do not see why
Sweet schemes
Written out in horrid scenes
We refuse to pay the cost
To become one of their machines
Poetry by Lalando
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 06:53
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fractured dreams
Sweet screamsNothing is the way it seems
We get deliberately lost
In a thousand horrid dreams
The apple keeps on falling
It poisons our mind
The voices keep on calling
They're there for us to find
They whisper lies, it is not true,
We are alone once again
There is no chorus left to chant the old snakes` refrain
As we forget the things we knew
And silently accept the chain
There is no such thing as purpose – there is nothing but the pain
The apples keep on falling
They're raining from the sky
We refuse to go on crawling
For we do not see why
Sweet schemes
Written out in horrid scenes
We refuse to pay the cost
To become one of their machines
Poetry by Lalando
Read 571 times
Written on 2006-08-06 at 06:53
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