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[title] => Social Corpses
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[bodytext] => Time, like eternal paper, endlessly will fold, As the over-caffeinated origami artist does as he's told, And we watch in dismay while anything bold, Is placidly put to death on morality's scaffold. Rioters throw stones at unfamiliar things And the prosperous stow thrones intended for kings, Humanity evades on flighty wings While blackness invades, and it's mighty bell rings. Still my mind cries out aimlessly in vain, It's pleas engulfed by a louder refrain, Like a prisoner of time entwined in chain, Nothing will come, nothing came. Concave commanders cower in their beds From cloudy crossfire overhead, While people fear what is already dead Tomorrow's promise is what they should dread. Blind eyes search for the quickest solution And live by constant constitution, And although we all seek out restitution, If I cant dance, I dont want to be in your revolution. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 41 [informant] => proudestmonkey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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