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Kingdom Come

The day has come
Everyone secretly waits for
And relief floods their hearts, their tired bodies
The eyes of the people reap oceans
We’ll drown.

We chase each other around
Searching for meaning
Who has found it by now?
By natural disasters we’re forced to see
Our lives flash before our eyes.

How does it look?
Like something you’ll miss?
Life was just the preliminaries
Now we’re faced with finishing a race
That everybody loses.

There’s unrest among the people
Chaos reminding us
Of the ticking clock
But I broke all the clocks because
They don’t matter anymore.

I took the chance to find a man
To take me for himself
As many times as he could muster
Until I remembered about
Big Ben.

He chimed a tune so penetrating
It made its way inside me
But I let it go, unafraid.
Fear wouldn’t consume me now,
When there was nothing to fear.

The ocean grew up as we carried it in,
Crying tears that would ultimately
Be killing us, which made them all cry harder
We’ve always been killing the world
Now it would be taking us away.

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  • -foreverandever
    February 17, 2007

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    'How does it look?
    Like something you’ll miss?' - that is chilling, something that really makes you think. because in the end, what would you miss? all of it?

    i like how quietly sad this is, not desperate but.. i'm not even sure which word i'm looking for.
    the contradiction of the ticking clocks reminding us constantly of how little time we have left somehow not mattering anymore is very effective.

    thank you for entering,
    & good luck