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Somber Song

Childhoods sung
In simple song
While it’s breath
Ripped from the throat
Of silenced voices

Silenced voices watch
Gullible minds be
Filled with the
Nonsense of each
Dying day

Dying days give
Way to this birth
Of anew
Creating the path
For these corpses

These corpses wake
From their slumber
Confused by the
Change in the place
They once knew

Once known memories
Haunt this twisted path
For the future
In which childhoods
Are forgotten

Author notes


Written October 16th, 2005

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