Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Feeling Under the Lucid Reality

Without notice
above the skyline
that stretched for
you, me, and the criminals
we know. No sunset comes
before the elders
arrive to your punishment
that SHE deserves
nothing really came of it.

Minute by minute
that turns away
from the real purpose,
we have none. Driven
far off to warm waters
that wash away your mask,
under where my goal is
to rescue the strange, slavery for the awakened.
With beasts at your mercy,
that they regret
the light hits
the mark burns. Branded, like cattle
drove myself to this.

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