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rattyrayvn — Capital City II
Published: 2006-09-24 11:44:04 +0000 UTC; Views: 84; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 4
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The old world is going up in flames:Steel, glass and plastic,
The pitiful frame that supported them all,
Melting and fusing beyond recognition.
The people are running for their worthless, timetabled lives,
Black suits all torn to shreds,
Exposing the emptiness beneath.
The only thing that blocks out their screaming
Is the cry from the gutters,
As a thousand triumphant voices hail the revolution
In hoarse, lifeless monotones.
The past is dead, gone to ashes,
Transformed into a shapeless void;
Even that will soon be erased.
Those that are left will play in the rubble, innocent as children,
As they rebuild their dreams on a brand new foundation,
A brand new list of lies.
Comments: 1
I want to kill you. Honestly, I want to kill you.
Your poetry's so nihilistic. I love it. The metaphor/whatever of the children playing in the rubble was particularly good too.
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