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My irony.

Contributed by wazarov on Saturday, 17th May 2003 @ 05:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

What is beyond beauty? I ask you simply.
What is after suffering and happiness? I wait slowly.
How incredible is the lie that display upon the face of innocence,
I rhyme, yes I do, but for what sake..
It is all been said before, there is nothing to add,
but yet our quills never dried out from ink.

May be because we couldn’t see how the face of earth is
covered with thick layer of blood, blood spilled since the first men.
Or may be it is not enough blood spilled, must sprinkle some more..

My mind is aching from all those questions.. O.. oh.. Many questions..
I think I need to quite thinking, quite for once feeling.
There is no need to look back to the past or imagine the future,
it is all in vain, just to inflict more pain.

Where is everybody? Where is god and the angels?
Where is the devil and his demons?
Where is man as imagined by the divine?
Where are all the prophets in times like these?
Isn’t it the most confusing age of all, the one we live in?
Isn’t it the perfect time for miracles and revelations..

All of them, from the past, they prophesied of times like these.
But none of them have prophesied what to do or where to go,
none has mentioned who to ask why..
None has protested.

They just died cowardly.

I am falling quickly into emptiness.. oh yes, emptiness,
that’s the only true dimension with truth of it’s reason.

Am I deluded?

Am I insane?
Is it shameful to be insane in times where madness is wisdom?

Doubt, that’s all
doubt…

Copyright Â© wazarov ... [ 2003-05-17 17:35:00]
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Re: My irony. (User Rating: 1 )
by AngryPrincess on Saturday, 17th May 2003 @ 09:44:46 PM AEST
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very good write Dean, just amazing...i love it...

Lindsey

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