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[aid] => mick
[title] => Arms full of trust with rust on my sheild
[time] => 2008-11-12 18:38:57
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[bodytext] => I have seen many things in dreams from towers falling to a world wide police state Children crying as there parents run with flames at their feet People and ideas falling like stars Dreams burning while getting drunk in bars Little voices going empty on sullen ears Blocked by confusion faces smeared with tears Church asleep while hens and pastors bicker on who is right War between brothers on issues of black and white Time losing ground as reality spins us off course Hooves of pestilence with riders on a pale horse Anger in the streets as glass cuts little toes Not trusting anyone all things are foes Fish in the water drown from all things not right Freedom of choice gone in a night With issues high and tension evolving to this point Most hiding in the back smoking a joint Drugs fogging the mind letting things getting smeared out of line I looked to the heavens and I heard your voice cry We have lost the way our hearts have become clay Cold in our blood that’s smeared on the floor Bodies walking but rotten to the core Crimes and views to easy to justify Watching everyone walk with blood in both eyes No shield to protect we have let the enemy in I do not know how it started but I am sure how it will end Is this time to gather into groups Protect who we love and forget those out of the loop Lovers in scorn with pride blocking the way Time is close to this end of day I sit like a candle my light still a glow Waiting for others to shine and to grow Sensing something in my spirit a feeling of something’s gone wrong As the music starts I think I was born to sing this song This ground under me as stable as the sky Waiting for some part of humanity to die I pick up my sword my shield still has rust I walk in this valley my arms full of trust Watching the world and the image we create Time is the only thing that will show our true fate [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 13 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => (Typo fixed) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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