Friday, August 14, 2009


Crouching down beyond the horizon
Shades of pink crowd the sky
Interrupted by lines of convenient white clouds
Criss-crossing the view thats accepted somehow
Violence and gore are no longer needed
As man has discovered a most powerful tool
Melted down and manipulated into something concrete
Those in control yank the strings
And like small children, we follow with glee

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