<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Smiles From The Pococurante Abomination</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain pouring so softly on the casket, behind the cemetery mist<br>Hides reconciliation, never before have the dead seemed more alive, <br>Yet the living continue to walk down an empty road, being watched<br>And judged by the soulless eagles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mourning the loss of comprehension, wisdom lies within the minds of<br>The insane, I could not help but spit on the very idea of human existence, <br>How bizarre it is that a ghost could long for death so desperately, <br>Aspiring for the nightmare to end, the revenant continues to pray in solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing but the thickest blackness, every puzzle will reveal some<br>Message, the answer fell before your eyes so long ago but it was drenched<br>In disappointment, you surround yourself in your own denial until it<br>Drowns you and peels the pale flesh from your corpse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Utter loss of hope and humanity, I should not bother with dragging<br>Myself through life like a blind, wounded snake anymore, faith<br>Consumed by desolation, in this darkness I see one shining door<br>But it leads only to eternal misery, until it burns me into absolute nothingness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Robertson">Michael Robertson</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=572610" data-title="Smiles From The Pococurante Abomination de Michael Robertson" data-description="The rain pouring so softly on the casket, behind the cemetery mist Hides reconciliation, never before have the dead seemed more alive, Yet the living continue to walk down an empty road, being watched And judged by the soulless eagles. Mourning ..."></div> </div> </div>

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