Friday, November 13, 2009

broken world of possibility
magic bound by improbability
hope lies at night in cardboard boxes
all is set and nothing can change and nothing lasts
cornerstone crumbles and washes away in the gutter
land of milk and butter
heritage smells like dust and museum
fad plasters the face of empire
truth is litter and lie persuades
blessed nation of manifest destiny
blessed and broken
all is possible
all is ruin
watch children starve
shoot mortar shells at the moon
day dream our slumber and rampage
In this moments new age

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