Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Apoptheosis

Still you searcht the hallways
The underlight has underlines your fate
The umbrella branches
They cradle your fall
Does no one care at all?

Where is this in the first place?
The human race is trying
It's dying for the reason things went wrong
With windows blankly staring
And rockochet is shearing
And tearing down the walls
Till noone cares at all.

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