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apocalypse wow
Contributed by
scooterhyme
on
Sunday, 18th April 2010 @ 06:15:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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and the strange ones have gone into the streets
burning every fathers day sale in town
They march along break glass and drinking rum
soon descending into the subways
acting out fantasies along the tracks
one by one they wear down
still marching along only senses and plans now
as the hear their comrades beating on the walls
repressions for them all
as they carry a personal jihad
to a brutal conclusion
Now they walk along logically floating
in the dark
and the the next stop and a stairway to the street
They run up and find a man on the ground floor
suit and tie yelling at a chalkboard
as the orphans bow on their mats
the crowd rushes by and sweeps them up
No direction only movement today
as the leaves of fall blow away
Copyright ©
scooterhyme
... [
2010-04-18 18:15:45] (Date/Time posted on
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