Final Act of Rebellion

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    Final Act of Rebellion

    Where does the soul float after this arbitrary act?
    Bravery and escape disguised the mirthful lies

    How does it feel?
    To dig deep into your wrist or throat?
    To hang your head with a belt wearing a coat?
    To squeeze the heavy trigger by a distant, lonely moat?
    To drink a virulent liquid in your million dollar boat?
    To shoot yourself & adulterous wife between the eyes after upon her you did dote?
    To forever drown away your sorrows while your heavy body floats?
    To release yourself into the night and hit the end next to your final groat?
    To breathe in the toxic fumes after your position they did demote?

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    dahlusion commented on Final Act of Rebellion

    12-17-2008

    dahlusion:"death is a habit…" Your sorrow is deep and meaningful.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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