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31 October 2008 @ 12:50 am

Priceless precision turned to mandate,
Before the science of sin incarnate.
Begin the system, upload the guns,
Mankind defeated by programs they run.
Disabling the circumstance eternal,
Forget the consumption, act cannibal.
Digging for the gold of truths bygone,
Reconstruct the downside all that is done.
Falling masses sutured with tangled cable,
Lonesome regrets targeting the fable.
Tell the story of the stories once told,
Recite the words, reimburse the old.
Tears cords from the wall, turn to savage songs,
Let the fear shelter with the hate from the wrongs.
And all at once will you hear the silence
Of dust filtered down from the loss of the fence.
Now remove yourself from wanton destruction,
And listen to the cries of our once dying sun.

imprimatur in articulo mortis
empatiaempatia on November 3rd, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
A wordy spin on man cannot direct his step, or I guess man has dominated man to his injury...:D

Great write...scary

The short-n-curly on the bar soap of your life.childeofloki on November 3rd, 2008 04:45 am (UTC)
Thank you. It is meant to be terrifying. People need to wake up to their actions, know what I mean?