The Beginning of the End

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    The Beginning of the End
    Loving to live
    Living to love
    Becoming the crow
    Killing the dove
    Idol hooks tearing skin
    Breaking bones, setting fire to your kin
    Teary eyes, a baby cries
    A young boy smiles, a mother dies
    Being sane is highly overrated
    The dead and the living have been desicrated
    The blood of the innocent is in your hands
    Repent now or forever be damned
    Everyone is staring at you
    There is nothing you can say or do
    Sunsets on the glistening water, living life, the world grows hotter
    Clean the pipes of your soiled tears, just to see your lifelong fears
    Worry not now my friend, this is just the beginning of the end.

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    Akasha commented on The Beginning of the End

    01-24-2009

    Very nicely done......
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    feral83

    05/27/2020

    Very appreciated!

    CHURV commented on The Beginning of the End

    01-22-2009

    I like it ,excellent verses
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    feral83

    05/27/2020

    Thank you!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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