Warriors of Existence(?)

July 30, 2009
By Loki(norsegod) DIAMOND, Sapello, New Mexico
Loki(norsegod) DIAMOND, Sapello, New Mexico
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We walk slowly,
through the cold and the mist,
stand together, tall and lowly,
as he raised the broken fist,
and in that plain, I hear the screaming,
and silence fell,
we stood tall, leering,
at the lone tower,
and the sounds of the bell,
marked our end,
as the ghosts faded back,
the shadows twist and bend,
and all was black.

The author's comments:
Depression is not fun, but it has some benifits, like understanding. This poem is about human nature and our feasability.

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