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Poetry and Writings..... |
SHAME; I was stumbling through the churned-up earth at dawns first light, running as fast as I could. I wish I knew what I know now, as I stop to stare in to each corpse's face. But there is nothing that can be done now, to much time has passed. We cast the first stone, as God cried by the unmarked blood we made. I sobbed at the thought of all the unborn children and the storys that will never be writin becouse of the choice we made. Whom shell we destroy next, shame on us who think we are God's but we are only ghosts. Most belong in the columns of smoke, boiling, seething, bubbling Hell that we made. I feel dragged down and weary, from the stress and strain of it all as it run's thru my mind. With the blood on my hand's and the blood at my feet, I ran as fast as I can, but the roar on the wind would remind me evermore. The Centuries are old now, our time has come and gone, and how I long for the time's gone by. Shadows are descending and rain is in the air, but they will never cover up the tears I am crying as I lie down where the live-oaks grow, and close my eyes for good. ............ by LinDA.. |