Friday, August 27, 2010


Beads of sweat
Stream down my face
Pouring, like rain from the heavens
I stumble to a cave
A cool, dark place
Of nothingness
Beyond my reach
Mouths bounce up and down
Spewing forth patriotic blood lust
And I shiver in the dark
Close my tomb
And leave me be
My lips sealed shut
Until the fragrance of rebirth
Seeps through the cracks

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