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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Delirium I can’t believe your dead, its still unreal it seams I wake with scattered thoughts; it seams your still with me I saw a broken window, on a car I used to drive. Windshield now scarred red, with remnants of your life A tattered scar is torn, asphalt painted tire A soul is left to morn, the same to build a pyre Imbibe you once did do, two hours before the deed Crimson now paints red the ashes of your seed Two men came to me an hour before I woke, With uniform aplenty I knew before they spoke. That she would not come home, of her own volition The duality of two things that found “their”ignition Something told her not, to read between the lines And it didn’t really matter just how many times. She passed undaunted through the kismet of her life only to find the end a double sided knife though this she loved more than me I will never lay blame from this to thee And seeing thee in shame and sorrow I know without doubt that on the morrow When “Time” has come to ask his penance, And “Past” will stand to give his senteence. When “War” will sit, and kneel at his blade And “Destiny” throws his book to the glade When “Despair” can at last stop and swollow A “Dream” of one that has been borrowed From “Delerium” of those unknown of sorrow Then “Death” will finally have to follow The “Son” of one that has been hallowed.
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