the prediction
a balance is brought forth
through life and death
the world will cleanse itself
no god no angel no life
itself will be spared
darkness will engulf this
place
souls of past will scream in pain
souls of present will lose their vane
souls of future shall never see
that hope is just a
glimmer to far to reach
the grip of death
will slowly fade
the darkness will slowly turn
and soon the balance will
be brought full circle and the
great calm will embrace this
land
am2anangel commented on the prediction
11-14-2011
11/14/2011
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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