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Rays of light,
beaming through my mind,
through my prison,
through frozen time

And I kneel,
cold, lost, unforgiving,
but this life was meant for living

A slave, banished here, waiting,
taking time for compensating

Live inside, but dark of heart,
time again I play the part

Blood on the face of humanity,
I see the things none care to see

In my mind they torture the false,
in blackened wounds they rub the holy salt



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Lia692 said...
Sept. 15, 2012 at 9:12 am:
Wow. Perfectly chilling, and a really well-written poem. Great job.
 
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