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10/15/2018 5:02:24 AM
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10/15/2018 5:03:31 AM
Dust and Heavy Stone	Dust and Heavy Stone For dust youare and to dust you will return I Gold-platedwooden overcoats house the mighty dead Enveloped with preciousstone and Heavens pavements Their unwavering,towering triangles of sand, boasting a life of desire, recognition, admiration Hiding a lifeof exploitation and fear The fear ofnormalcy Ending, with thedoubtless thought of everlasting sovereignty Seeming to fillup a gaping crevice Only to find itsnatched away, rupturing the rift further into the desolate depth of distress In death, itwill all be whisked away, life’s meaning will decay and the straw that remainswill be nothing but dust Heads of theyouth full with dust Desiring whatis wanted, not needed, ignorant of the needy and meek seeking for their DailyBread Times of metalbirds and horses do not change past convictions, otherwise it would be told asstories of old Whispers andsighs of what once was… II The world is theirhouse, not a home A land, flowing with milk and honey… A promise, a distantdream, a resting place A land The Saved alwayssearching, scavenging for satisfaction through endless days Finding nothingin the harsh bellows of the wind, braving a sun so relentless Fearingtomorrow A stone hit forthe crying children Flowing Still notenough to satisfy their thirst for safety and security An empty houseand black words on flimsy paper, prolonging their need for food with happy andsharp friends Minds andbodies that rot Their onlyplace of security A land III Heavy stonecarrying seeds finds the gaping crevice, planting its feet firmly into the desolatedepth Overflowing Straw crushedand turned to dust Seeds plantedand overflowing the crevice The thirsty,hydrated, the hungry, full Milk andHoney Need for theirDaily Bread, satisfied IV Grime coated woodenover-coats house the weak dead Enveloped withunseen glory Their moving,sunken graves of stone, boasting of a life of hardship, deprivation and need Uncovering alife of desire and admiration Desiring theneeded, not wanted Leaving behindthe straw and dust of their previous lives Aware of theempty sovereigns seeking for straw but braving the now green and lush forest,accepting their Daily bread
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