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Death
by Keith D AllisonThere is a sadness that drift in time
that weeps upon the mind
that space from the first breath
to the final triumphal song
The equation squared
the harmony in pain
equaling in the laughter of tears
the creation formed for oblivion
For all roads lead to chaos
the sky reaching for blue
more often rained gray
leaving the empty hole of the soul
Some fear the breath of hell
but little was known of it truth
for the song written, Echoes
from the poet quill
To soothe the chaos
In the dancing pain
that the poet might boom
in his own life gain
But death the door
in this universe of doom
the glory that raises man from the dust
or the shadow of his nothingness
For who
does the banner wave 10/20/2007 Posted on 10/20/2007
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