It is on the verge of surging,
A tempest tide of madness and mayhem
That will wash away
These shallow, sallow structures.
In the aftermath,
We will lap the waters
With our bloody tongues
And revel in the ruins.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
On the Eve of the Revolution
Labels: Poem
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