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Post by syjydeh on Mar 25, 2011 0:09:01 GMT -6
Dawn leaves the land a bright and garish blinding path, bathed in morning, the planet groans as she is jolted into a new day, Acres of the world are dowsed in a wash of yellow ray, With the earth, we humanity rise also to tread a new way.
Smoldering heat drenches our flesh with a dry wool caress, from that, as we drive on in our unmotivated stupor, we sweat, The shackles of our clothes stick to us as we slowly get wet, An overlord of light above us has not released its hold on us yet.
But, the overlord moves, his steps take him close to the edge, Some of us, our eyes rise to the horizon in hope of night The masses enslaved the scorching day, pray for the coming twilight The sun burns greater as he sees the end of his light.
But as all great things do, he has come to his end, The sprawl of us, we clinging to flesh, exalt the clear moon. We thank her for her cool touch that washes away the sweat of noon. She is our beacon and freedom... though the Overlord of Day comes again soon.
-Syjydeh
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2011 1:19:27 GMT -6
I like it.
The God we worship is our future selves.
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