Days flow, nights know
People grow- share- awarenes collects
Loving sounds, gentle forces are at work
Our web is growing, catching flies
The scale of good and evil will tip
Greed tumbles into the abysmal crack of doom
It has no energy, no reason- Gone
Good natured conciousness abounds
Like a black hole, love is the supreme force.

06/16/2003

Author's Note: This actually my poem "corruption"'s aftermath in an email. I had to finish the note on a possitive tone.

Posted on 02/24/2007
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