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A world of smoke

By Scarred Angel

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

A wall of mess, my room of smoke A world of junk, a message of hope By the book, follow the numbers Cross no line, it’s boundary broken A Pack of lies, a Pack of smokes A bleeding heart, My lasting hope One step beyond our saving grace To see the light, glimpse the end The one lost love, The last dying breath The finale of time, the lost lives left Dying great sun of heaven and earth The cold grey moons frozen silent scream The peace dove killed, the contaminated mans breath The valley of ashes, The child now left Humanity in decay, anarchy thrives Live in the shroud of smokes victory Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 09:11 AM PST   0 • 9

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