Dreams of Damnation, a poem of my mind
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Dreams of Damnation, a poem of my mind| <.?.> |
Posted: Apr 8 2005, 05:28 AM
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this is yet another piece I was inspired to make, what follows is perhaps half of the present length, of an ongoing work.
do let me know what you think of it? what you believe it means? and anything else you wish to say. ----------------- Dreams Of Damnation I am living in chaos on the edge of destruction. The world teeters upon the brink of death, And yet it knows not that it has already fallen. Who yet holds living lands? Who among you are not of the somnambulist dead? Are there any yet aware? The world is dying you see, if not already dead. Do you not see it’s death? Can you not see the death of the individual? The toys of the new age, wonders of electronics available to conglomerate entities foremost. The spawn of the planet, those organic substances…slowly phased out. We live in a world of walking dead that eat only of sterility, and breath sterility, and speak and spread sterility. Do you not see that the planet has died? Who holds its memory? Who maintains its ways? Who will die with the planet, rather than adapt to an age of inorganic synthesis? Wherein does mankind lie? Are we born of the lands? Or are we the bastard child of the machine? Reality Falters God knows their doom and must choose to fade in ruin and illusion, Or to revoke reality, to deny the rules and spread the purity of impossible probability CHAOS The world is dying you see, you can see it in the sky, taste it on the air. The waters you drink steal the life of your body. The food you eat rips away your strength. Your very existence poisons you. You read it, you know it, you participate in it. Yet the fault is not yours, for you are asleep, you know not that yours is the hand on the knife that has slit your throat. Will you wake to witness your demise? If I woke you, would you not go back to sleep? ----------------- fair days <.?.> |
 
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| zilith |
Posted: Apr 9 2005, 01:20 PM
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Awesome poem man. I love it.
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| <.?.> |
Posted: Jul 27 2005, 08:23 PM
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thank you kindly.
though lately I’ve been wondering about this verse "The world is dyeing you see, if not already dead. Do you not see it’s death? Can you not see the death of the individual? The toys of the new age, wonders of electronics available to conglomerate entities foremost. The spawn of the planet, those organic substances…slowly phased out." it seams a bit clunky...and not really in keeping with the flow of the rest of the poem, what do you think? fair days <.?.> |
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