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"Oink" said He

Longing for a life untouched,
A life unwanted by the winds.
Desire for a land oft clutched,
By the desperate, searching whims

Of mankind, groping at martyrs
In the night’s cool halo of
Serenity.

Of mankind, reaching for love
In the biting snow’s
Fatality.

We are of God and creature,
Fighting in what cannot be gained.
Searching for an answer,
Through the journey pained.

So from where dost this melancholy flow?
From the ego, or from far below
In hell, from whence the Devil may roar
With laughter at our dreary hours’ bore.

Or from Heaven, with virtuous ears attending
Politely listening to our skewed souls bending,
Waiting ever patiently for the final snap
To solidify our weak spirit’s final trap

In which we have but merely fallen
To make another day like a ball in
May, too swift to catch or carry
Down the road to death; Or to apothecary,

For what is the cure to humanity?

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  • x Gemini x
    February 21, 2007

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    First, let me thank you for entering my contest.

    Second:

    The flow and imagery was very well done. Creative perspective and conveyance. Easily related to. Originality.

    Nice


  • Sanguine Silence
    February 6, 2007

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    Ooooo. Interesting. This is the kind of thing I tend to write about, and I agree with you.
    Thank you for entering!