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two posts in one day...because i have sunken to that level
Mar 09, 2005 20:34
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whoa i just realized...
interested_ears
March 10 2005, 05:53:18 UTC
that is eeriely like this poem i wrote over the summer, except less trite (in my opinion):
Where will you be
when the bomb goes off?
The prisoners will all be
rotting in their cells and
The radicals will run free,
leaving trails of pink pamphlet hand-outs.
Where will you be
when the bomb goes off?
The god-seekers will find solace
in leather-bound books as
the students torch theirs in
a last attempt to save themselves.
Where will you be
when the bomb goes off?
The mothers will squeeze their children
tightly like gun triggers in bunkers and
hooligans will rove the cities in
wild blood-thirsty packs.
Where will you be
when the bomb goes off?
Will we be side by side?
and will your hand fit cold in mine?
so when the bomb goes off,
our shadows will be burned in to asphalt,
You and I.
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Re: whoa i just realized...
16_going_on_60
March 10 2005, 05:55:55 UTC
woaaaah. that is sooo creepy
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Where will you be
when the bomb goes off?
The prisoners will all be
rotting in their cells and
The radicals will run free,
leaving trails of pink pamphlet hand-outs.
Where will you be
when the bomb goes off?
The god-seekers will find solace
in leather-bound books as
the students torch theirs in
a last attempt to save themselves.
Where will you be
when the bomb goes off?
The mothers will squeeze their children
tightly like gun triggers in bunkers and
hooligans will rove the cities in
wild blood-thirsty packs.
Where will you be
when the bomb goes off?
Will we be side by side?
and will your hand fit cold in mine?
so when the bomb goes off,
our shadows will be burned in to asphalt,
You and I.
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