<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365631" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Who are these people?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are these people? where are they streaming? Glass eyes tight shut as though they were dreaming? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Garrotted, throats slit as a token of sacrifice to the eternel god's, <br>Bodies cast down to the depth's of brooding pete bogs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Did you surrender yourself, your will to the ritual, Or be this simply a punishment for a crime, we shall never know.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sword's split skull's, not hard enough to kill<br>Just to lull, least drag their victims senses into the void.<br>Calling on the Goddess of spring through to autumn, of summer's sun and winter rain<br>Only your head, throne of the soul survives the passage of time to breathe again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'From where did you come? ' ask's the child to his mother<br>'From my mother, her mother before her'<br>'So where does my father fit into this, what seem's such simple a matter? '<br>'He work's his hand's to the bone, then come's home late, wait's at the table just to get fatter.<br>That's what he does, he seems happy enough, he has no illusions to shatter'<br>'What off my father, from wence doth he stem, from his father and father before? '<br>'Nay, It goes way further than that, to back when, our only mother was the mother of yore<br>Mother of earth, blessed mother of pearl, reveal to us the wisdom's with which you blanket the world.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365631" data-title="Who are these people? de David Lacey" data-description="Who are these people? where are they streaming? Glass eyes tight shut as though they were dreaming? Garrotted, throats slit as a token of sacrifice to the eternel god's, Bodies cast down to the depth's of brooding pete bogs. 'Did you surrender..."></div> </div> </div>

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