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War

The innocent cries lie in the children's dusky wake,
Upon the fate of dusty face, Where is this forgotten fate?

Maybe I am One to Save,
Is it This Face!?

Always in waiting, a little at times, some in time see that sometimes is always too late.
The depletion of hate;
Arousal of Fear;
Does anyone Hear the Children's Tear?!

The Sear of Lying awake I feel their tears,
They beat and rasp upon mine window pane,
Curl and clasp thy pillow tight to hold it through thine sleepless night.
  Where shall the rapping sound of constitutions shall reign?

Constable the cause,
Horror the effect;
Is the word or act to judge;
writ with soldiers blood?

Thine reason seem to fade;
 upon this becomes a facade of hate.
Allow and Irate;
 the public to bear the weight and pay the cost,
The tears of tyranny weighed;
Love and Light must it be up for debate,
Delayed it must for conversations come at dusk
As children lifeless;
 struck at the tick,
The wick of the pens flick
hear the sound when midnight ticks.
Oh! The trumpet of constitution reign.

Thine Empty Veils;
Thine Hollow Confession,
Thine Hallowed Veils must I bask in and lay?
Break it upon this lifeless daze!

radiating the sound of solace,
 absolving I hear,
 Such a resonant ring.

Thy angels,
Thy lips have no song,
Deny thine they shall the very war they bring?!

No matter the likes;
The retrospect they shall,
Constitute shall thy fight,

No matter,
The children are sleepless at night,
Tuck yourself in tight!

Faceless the mask,,
Many the veils,
The facades of war,
No worse than a rasp of pen among the empty vowel,
Where does thine story end;
Horror find an end!
Seething through the sin within,
 can I find solace deep within?

May thine angel sing to thine own divine,
Wait they shall for a resonated sign?!
Thy loveless plight may the world we have?
Thy loving right at sorrows mourn come at resonating scorn?
Take this step,
One forward front to back,
Look into the eyes of the children with thy lies.


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Posted by Sebastciaun on Saturday, September 27, 2008 2:02 AM
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