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A New Age
The temperament of the room is too cold, too livid for comfort.
No room for regret just quite yet.
Oblivious, the effect scoured the room
Leaving nothing but chicken scratches of residue
around the navel of injustice
The inception of carnage a clawed road map
where no one visits nor heals.
A bitter, sour, sorrow.
Like fire in temples, thrusting towns out of their cold keeps and lodges,
low bodies and children fret, and furrow at the weight of irony, and indecency.
Taste it now, the edge…
Written by jadielue and I
No room for regret just quite yet.
Oblivious, the effect scoured the room
Leaving nothing but chicken scratches of residue
around the navel of injustice
The inception of carnage a clawed road map
where no one visits nor heals.
A bitter, sour, sorrow.
Like fire in temples, thrusting towns out of their cold keeps and lodges,
low bodies and children fret, and furrow at the weight of irony, and indecency.
Taste it now, the edge…
Written by jadielue and I
Published 22nd Dec 2012
| Edited 12th Jan 2013
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22nd Dec 2012 5:37pm
Sounds like what a person might write if they correctly got into the Mayan legends!
"Inception of carnage" is a very dramatic line!
"Inception of carnage" is a very dramatic line!
