Tuesday, August 4, 2009


A single for your thought?
A soul that’s been lost.
Hammered every peg, nothing remains but a vacant lot.
Pressured by a force unbreakable and strong, it holds us
all together bound by every bond.

Hands tied
Eyes shut
Lips sewn
It’s all a joke

A fake world like puppets on a string
A circus filled with animals controlled by whips and chains
Nothing being salvaged and no one is to blame
It’s all over now it’s a
n inevitable sphere
Providence that the end is near

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