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The Nocturnal Stalker
The night's illumination casts a fushia purple illuminence
The land of the people are overcrowded like mice
The slums are made of the beds of fallen grace
The debt of the loved ones transcend into insanity
The insanity is thrown into mental decapitation
The water dries up on the bone
and the ground grows red with resentment and jealousy.
or maybe survival.
we may never know.
If you want to know what the poem is about, feel free to ask. if you want to make your own presumptions, that's fine too. :D
The land of the people are overcrowded like mice
The slums are made of the beds of fallen grace
The debt of the loved ones transcend into insanity
The insanity is thrown into mental decapitation
The water dries up on the bone
and the ground grows red with resentment and jealousy.
or maybe survival.
we may never know.
If you want to know what the poem is about, feel free to ask. if you want to make your own presumptions, that's fine too. :D
Published 26th Jul 2013
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6th Aug 2013 6:37pm
Innnnnnnnnt'resting. I like the ability to make up my own assumptions...
