November 29, 2009
By Justerespirer GOLD, Wellesely, Massachusetts
Justerespirer GOLD, Wellesely, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"I tear my heart open, I so my self shut, my weakness is I care too much, and my scars remind me that the past is real" -Papa Roach

Thousands of gleaming daggers stare at me
A shiny glimmering green like poison
An army, protruding from a brown shield dampened by the rain

Underground a dark barracks
Supported by cables, dangling from the ceiling
Created by massive beasts
As they slither through the corridors

They pray for a land without rain
That floods and destroys what they’ve built
And wait for the sun to dry up the cities

I amble, and ponder how the grass must feel as I mow it

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