donderdag 28 oktober 2010

CHINA IN SHARDS


We are tied down by this Babylon
We are the chains chaining us
We are the china falling in shards on the white tile floor
We are the lost and lonely trying to find a door

We are the ones losing our bearing
We are the unloved no longer caring

We are the gimps that will never walked normally
We are the numbers only spoken about formally
We are the hymns sang from unworthy throats
We are the milk stolen from holy goats

We are the stamps on unsent letters
We are the ones hoping for something better
We are the chimeras we see reflected in the mirror
We are the ones spawned from our bearer

We are the bullets entering the deer
We are the puppets and the puppeteer
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