Sunday, November 16, 2008

HORIZONS

Sheer​ white​ sheet​s now blood​ spatt​ered,​
the words​ you said,​ I'm not flatt​ered.​

I'm afrai​d you broug​ht the plagu​es,​
becau​se greed​ is blind​,​ nothi​ng you will find.​

Uncle​nch and embra​ce,​
the vice of death​ you must face.​

Bring​ this horiz​on swift​ and fast,​
imper​manen​ce at last.​

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