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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Some people see life's life While living within a land, of Fantastical tales.... Secured by their very own securities Of harmony and comfort, and inward views As all about them countless lives They perish.... Amid wars, famines and disease! Passing these flowers unto one another And assembling their own Mesmerized by the blind Which covers their eyes Causing these cankerous sores to grow With peace signs of bright and lovely Like hollowed kisses.... To one and all, and all That they truly do not know? Bequesting others to join their legacy Or to be cast out, as an outsider is Unto these, of perceptions lies.... The generation, of the foretold Amid the prophecies, of ancient old! While the jackals Feast upon the flesh and bones The countless tears of lives and souls As if evil, never did reside Within, their painted rainbow minds? Join us upon our journey Of these flowers within our hair While skeletons choke upon the crumbs Left dying, before their gates Devoured, by the darkness' despair.... Come be a part of us, they sing Aloud, within their chorus of pretties Or forever, you shall be shunned? By this generation of the once foretold Within ancient visions, of the prophets of old As they pass their cups of crimsons, now Unto their very own, and their very own, demise! For they could not see beyond the veil Caught, within these winding webs That spun themselves, deep Within their own dying eyes Where God and Christ.... The only bearers of true "Light" Were long ago, and forever...."Crucified!" And hell itself, became the science fiction Of their fairytale.... The signs and the times, of Peace and love, and, flowers and lies While millions they perish Before their muted minds; deceived As they live within the comforts, of confined Unto these not so self-imposed And naive, prisons walls The final generation, of the woes.... Wilting flowers, of the prophecies foretold ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shunned!
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