God's Dice
By jackpot421
The barbarians are at the gate. The demons want to detonate And hold our feet to the fire of money burning. The holy roman empire and the tang dynasty, My friends, this is history, A pendulum back swing through paradise. As the spoiled seal their minds away air tight In plastic wrapped pride, attempting to preserve What was prestine, only now feels dead inside. If only my wallet wasn’t so full of blood I wouldn’t be swimming in the streets And tumbling with the weeds Of a ghost town. Written October 31st, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 07:30 PM PST 0 • 9
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"The barbarians are at the gate. The demons want to detonate..."