<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epilogue (Part Three)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">shivering nails, <br>black and white coffins whisper.<br>bodies without heads, <br>strewn in the sand.<br>the taste of gunpowder<br>on my lips.<br>i bow, but cannot pray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sound of the oil rigs, <br>the coarse rhythm of greed.<br>take and destroy, take and fulfill! <br>the cry of sea life, <br>the gurgling choke, <br>soon to be the children<br>of flaccid men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">buildings like bodies, <br>stripped empty and bare.<br>the memories smell<br>of life that once was.<br>empty, and pulsing, <br>with the want of need, <br>no one hears the ghosts within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">hunger and homelessness, <br>heroin and Jesus.<br>the shelves are bare, <br>the mother's eyes are bleeding.<br>the nameless and unwanted, <br>cast aside in the storm, <br>while ghouls walk amid</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rubble of the lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sing for me, pray for me, <br>take my hand, take my hand...<br>even when i close my eyes, <br>i still hear, still feel, <br>the faces of the wind! <br>and god, if there be, <br>in each and every tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</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=387584" data-title="Epilogue (Part Three) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="shivering nails, black and white coffins whisper. bodies without heads, strewn in the sand. the taste of gunpowder on my lips. i bow, but cannot pray! the sound of the oil rigs, the coarse rhythm of greed. take and destroy, take and fulfill! ..."></div> </div> </div>

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