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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Howl (The Returning, Part Two)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">gods hate, too damned late, <br>you worship what you fear! <br>while buddhas whisper<br>behind hidden doors, <br>and leaves fall from trees condemned! <br>souls traded, manipulated, <br>for a loaf of bread.<br>childrens' bodies, wrapped in money, <br>never make a sound.<br>bought votes, sacrificial goats, <br>toe the party line.<br>buildings blaze, justice burns, <br>the bells of liberty chime.<br>the human hand rises from the rubble, <br>grasping at poisoned air.<br>the tears of those long since dead, <br>fall like nuclear rain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">love me, hate me, <br>see me with your eyes.<br>feel me, touch me, <br>treat me like a man! <br>voices lost neath stained glass windows, <br>only the memory of need.<br>the final blow, blamed on god, <br>the result of human greed! <br>while naked bodies walk dirty streets, <br>their holiness defiled.<br>the stranger calls, the light falters, <br>as we trudge the final miles.<br>the eagle screams, hot flesh dreams, <br>the child raised by wolves...<br>the only hope, human desire, <br>and the will to light the torch!</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>
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you worship what you fear! 
while buddhas whisper
behind hidden doors, 
and leaves fall from trees condemned! 
souls traded, manipulated, 
for a loaf of bread.
childrens' bodies, wrapped in money, 
never make a sound.
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