Tuesday, September 26, 2006


gluttons waiting
for a decaying soul
in a barren land
a conspiracy exist
an outbreak persist
the black plague circling
the nimbus
pending to pour
a dry haze

fear echoed
across mountains
bells rang
as dark horned horses
roamed and heaved chaos
as the eclipse
of the sun
waves a tide
of despair

with a wink of an eye
seas turns red
a once blooming field
was zero grounded
a burrow so hefty
a mushroom of cloud
planted in blue
every inch of life

roots of the inevitable
collapse is evident
as a time bomb was set
by himself detonated
death comes a stroke
distilling the morals
shifts the spring
to novel beginning


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