Guess, remeber, what have you forgotten?
Yes, it is told, and retold. Yet forgotten.
One day, maybe a few, maybe not so much, it will happen.
There will be a trumpet sound. Blast. Colors.
Some will go others will stay.
Good for those who go, bad for those who stay. Good. Bad.
Fire or trophies. Live or die.
You choose.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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Fallen from below
She was cowed by not broken
Like a twister made of iron
It all spun motionless
Reality
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