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April 18th, 2012 • Related • Filed Under
By Kristin Hoehler
Frozen in a memory that never existed,
A dream that hadn’t been dreamt,
It’s the past that haunts us wearily,
With silent screams from the dead.
A wisp of wind for every sin,
A flame for every beckoning,
They lay in black roses,
With thoughts of intervening.
Time sees us through,
Death’s counting down,
In flame and blood,
The city will drown.
He is calling,
Your time is done,
The human population,
Now is one.
