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Mike Rounds Poem
The smell of raw flesh of human emotion,
Artificial thoughts are created to protect the minds,
Is there anything but this war real?
Let's destroy what is sheltering us all.
The earth is consumed by dark smoke,
Dirty humans and machines blind us all,
We look over this world with a weak eye,
One last breath in till it's all gone.
Copyright © Mike Rounds | Year Posted 2012
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Mike Rounds Poem
Trapped in your own breed,
Wishing for your spirit to be set free,
We are all doing time in our own minds,
Dreaming of escape and finds.
Everybody watches the struggle inside,
Your world is on fire,
Yet the earth feels so cold,
Can the sun not burn?
Gears that won’t tick,
People and minds cannot click,
The only feeling you have left,
Is what you saved inside.
Take what is keeping you alive,
Share with what is leftover,
Become the newly bred soldier,
Strike with all the force you have left.
Everybody will be in for the ride,
So is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The show is about to begin.
Copyright © Mike Rounds | Year Posted 2012
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Mike Rounds Poem
Hear that roaring sounds of the engines,
Pistons moving with steam coming out of the sides,
Everybody is in line for the ride,
Everybody is in line for the ride.
Your brain waves have changed,
Thoughts are the same,
Nobody questions the experience,
Were all think the same.
Copyright © Mike Rounds | Year Posted 2012
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