Our World

by Loves poison   Nov 4, 2010


Blood sealed packages
human see dead
trembling voices
in my ear
evaporated hopes
from deep inside
refocus
as the waves crash
beneath surface

the future is lost to chaotic ground
covered in filth
death surely follows
into fates hands
the world plays its game
the Last one alive
..to face what we All created

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