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The Empty Land of Wasted Stories
No more screaming, no more voices
In the empty land of wasted stories.
A place of madness and lost faith
But look at it the right way
And it’s astonishingly great.
A null tricky game, planned, well played,
You’d better keep watching before it vanishes anyway.
But perhaps it’s too late, in this blurry night
Maybe too early to see the bright light.
Just a second of hope, a last broken prayer
To remind you in this game, you were a good player.
Cause there are no winners
No losers, no glory
In the not too far land of wasted stories.
In the empty land of wasted stories.
A place of madness and lost faith
But look at it the right way
And it’s astonishingly great.
A null tricky game, planned, well played,
You’d better keep watching before it vanishes anyway.
But perhaps it’s too late, in this blurry night
Maybe too early to see the bright light.
Just a second of hope, a last broken prayer
To remind you in this game, you were a good player.
Cause there are no winners
No losers, no glory
In the not too far land of wasted stories.
Published 17th Aug 2017
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17th Aug 2017 5:55pm
I liked it I could get the imagery of it and I got a dark wasteland with nothing in it. Just bare, dark, cold.
18th Aug 2017 3:26pm
I could picture a place with torn pages, ashes constantly blowing in the wind, dark and gray.
The story like a cake, prepared with care, baked and served for consumption.
The wasteland is but the wait, until the reader discovers and enjoys, thus spreading the icing upon it.
Great tasting write.
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The wasteland is but the wait, until the reader discovers and enjoys, thus spreading the icing upon it.
Great tasting write.
Welcome to the DUP
9th Dec 2018 10:44pm
