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A Weaker Race

This is what is lost
What will fail and fall
This is what shall not succeed
Shall not conquer
Shall not prevail
The obvious despair
An end in blood
Wavering souls, seemingly void
Strength questioned since inception
Only perceiving flaw
Fractured lives of disallowance
Refusing durability, power, and wealth
Pilfered appearances
This is what denies character
What claims pristine
The girth of this race, half-witted
Blind to truth and justice
This tuft of stupidity expands
Their minds amiss



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Written June 26th, 2006

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  • celestial
    May 29, 2007
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    Good write. Thank you for entering and good luck in the contest


  • briareus gold member
    April 1, 2007

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    Complaint & judgment to the race or age, its weakness. Prophecy of destruction or downfall, accusation toward an unconscious mode of existence.