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Published: 2010-09-19 21:29:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 107; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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Description "I'm okay," we always say
Underpaid glass molding clay
The road having been paved astray
Stain of the next sane day
For when we play parade for the Masquerade
We feign the arranged display
To wave away pain
To lay down the graves

They are all made the same
Tamed holocaust prey
Contained on a one-dimensional plane
Maintained automated replay
Power struggle foreplay

Slay or be slain?
Disdain or decay?
It is never the shadows that wane
It is we, the faithless, who fade
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Lover-of-Ms-Abbey [2010-10-03 06:10:55 +0000 UTC]

This reminds me: I did an experiment in assonance once. It's very long. I'll have to post it one of these days.
Profound last two lines: "It is never the shadows that wane/ It is we, the faithless, who fade." It would have to be me though who says that I don't believe in them entirely. True, the inate shadow of man's evil and fallen nature never fades from him entirely while he walks this decaying earth. He can be redeemed from it, momentarily and eternally, but it sticks with him during his lifetime nonetheless. Still, while we are here, we can fight the shadow, can we not? If the shadows never waned, I would question whether such things as the African slave trade of the 1700s, the ravages of the employer exploition during 1800s in England, and the Jewish holocaust of the early 1900s are in fact shadows at all.

Nonetheless, the lines are very poetic and I can see the angle you come from. A very insightful angle it is too.

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