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Title : Chief Creatologist Posts : 200
| Subject: Hush... Sun Jul 24, 2011 3:50 pm | |
| This poem took me four years to write. Literally. One stanza a year. Turns out, every time I thought I was finished writing it, it just didn't seem complete, so I would come back to it again and again, and finally, on the fourth year, I wrote the final stanza and it was perfect. I can't say what inspired this, just that it was something that had to come out. Feel free to comment! Speaking into Silent Night Crying out with all our might Calling forth a demon's legion To reek havoc on the region. To scare sweet child in her bed To put bad things in sweet child's head To make clear river run purple crimson With the blood of the village men.
When yonder day breaks and light shoots forth To shine upon deep valley of Death's fast work Dear Earth will cry for tremendous loss At the number of lives this war cost. Beating drums signal disaster To follow you into your lives after.
Dreams of catastrophe and paradox Like the cold unstoppable winter's frost Shall forever stain a tapestry Of this terrible unforgivable mystery Forever meant to shroud this land Creating a realm of the damned.
Peace is just a foreign word Whispered silently, too often unheard. The bitterness of heartless action Soon cause delayed attraction To screams and tears And fright-filled years Destined to last eternity Until all mankind must agree We are One.
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