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Heavy Echoes

Poem By Miss Fairytale

Married to the world
Anger echoes circular
Without end
Like a ring.

Steeped in disgust
The skin of a mass
without bombs
explodes.

Earth arches her back
She turns up the heat
Spits up the ocean
She stands to her feet.

A battle, a battlefield
The worst form of crime
Mass murder, revenge
or simply pastime.

The horror fuels madness
The dead never cry
We'll always remember
The days that they die.


- Wednesday 13th July 2005

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