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Complicated, abstract poem, thats not so complicated. |
A large Black Ocean Boils before me, Seething, Screaming, Shrinking. A small gold army Marches from a nation, Plunging, Diving, Melding, Forward into the large Black Ocean Fleeing, Leaving, Sailing, Away to the unending sandy beach, where the large Black Ocean is Springing, Falling, Spewing, Into a large Blue Sphere, Where fire is Burning, Destroying, Wrecking, All thats good, All thats peaceful, Wanting, Making, Forcing, God's own land To forsake God's own plan, Forgetting, Forsaking, Unforgiving, Those with less, Not those with more, Groping, Stealing, Getting, Fat on the Large Black Ocean thats Screaming, Crying, Boiling, Forever Before me. |