Momentary Existence
By Simonic
Bring Me the cauldron Burning hot with soiled Tears, dripping slowly From plebeian cheeks Let us step aside, while the Fiery furnace cools, becoming Black once again, as soot forms Upon the edges of it’s dark hate Seething within the cauldron Tears boil and shift, calling out To the cool air to bring them Hope, till they bubble and fade Back down within the boiling Cauldron, begetting nothing of Their plight, letting their momentary Existence fade back within, boiling tears This is the life, of many as they Seethe within their own desires and Hopes, and call out to the one who Brought them here, trying to save them From this momentary existence, only To drown within their own soiled Kind, tears, shifting and bubbling Letting laughter fill this torch lit roomNot aimed at anyone or group in particular...and perhaps I should add more, but I'm hungry right now :P Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 10:56 AM PST 0 • 9
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"Bring Me the cauldron..."