EMPTY RAIN

Nothing falls like empty rain
See the driven dearranged
Tenants swallow up in earth
Into this chasm goes our birth
Fallen king which plays my land
Do I wish for salt in hand ?
Savour your life, twilight come
Whistle gently to the hum.

Silence and space
Fills with the grace
Into the void with a wretched face
Fills with treason, out of place.

Fortune and fate, our closest friends of time -
From freedom's gate, to mark an early design,
Senses wait, a lasting fierce revenge
To obliterate, our eternal senses sublime.

Sense and soil, form a sign
Fallen angel entwined
The id escapes, the karma gone
Zero gravity our journey done.

01/12/2005

Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 01/12/2005
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