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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead Bodies and Cardboard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born beneath a dying sun<br>Mourn for them the dying young.<br>Lament for those whose song<br>By siren chords has long since been sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lament for those, skinned and hung from the city gates.<br>We pray for them this nightmare shall prove easy enough to shake<br>As the sky bakes slow in furnace fumes, igniting the skies in fury.<br>There, low and behold the addict merchant selling his soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamt last night of a girl I have not seen in years<br>Years which can not match the tears nor fears in number.<br>Little did I know that she slept, slumbering numb beneath the mountain.<br>Dreaming of Pan, of ancient scented night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King of Hedgerows, Prince of Circus Shows<br>Queens of the Flow gather in flowering<br>Embrace the bloom, the pinnacle of the chase.<br>Race the moon to see her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long have you been guardian to this shell? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hell is cold.<br>Your heaven warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was never told<br>I was never warned</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of eggshell time within fragmented dimensions<br>I’m left with no path and no hope of redemption.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it the promise of salvation<br>That woke you every Sunday morn? <br>Show me your scars, your crown of thorns.<br>Show me the Christ child in the eyes of the new born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The youth are crowded in the shade <br>Digging there with diamond spades<br>Fading in the shadows cast and fast enlisting.<br>Cringing at media portrayed portraits of their generation, <br>Supposed portrait of a nation. <br>A nation underground unfound<br>Here no one makes a sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How is it these fools, these ministers of schools<br>Can keep it all so cool as they push for blanket death? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A blanket to cover the Death of the soul<br>A blanket to cover the Death of the mind<br>A blanket to cover the Death of the body<br>A blanket to cover the Death of the blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see children torn from the playground<br>Force fed knowledge and left to suffer no wisdom<br>Taught to regurgitate for the hand that would beat them.<br>Beat them if only they could.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Show me the skins on the leash of the freaks<br>Show me the bold worship the meek.<br>Show me the snowflake cold in the sun<br>Show me the restless, the new guns, the young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three birds sitting<br>Watching<br>Cold eye on warm life decaying<br>Maggot child of a million unseen eyes<br>How long can you last? <br>The children will not fast forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead bodies and cardboard surround<br>A pony dead upon the ground<br>Scorched earth, broken earth<br>No survivors found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one made a sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a><div class=q>
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Mourn for them the dying young.
Lament for those whose song
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