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By shedevilrkg
I stand at the end of the world overlooking the city of ages. Paper dolls continue their struggles, fighting against unseen enemies, while I smile at the futility of it all. My lips are cracked and bleeding-- my smile only a grimace of pain-- portraying my true feelings to that shadow of a world below. I dream of days where gods once stood and fields free of blood-- what ever happened to those years where freedom flourished and death was not thought of as friend...? The puppets thirst for attention dancing to silent rhythms; endlessly toiling away the years as they wait for their final judgement-- willingly giving up their place in the world even for just one moment of rest as they plummet into oblivion... Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 29 2002 03:17 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I stand at the end of the world..."