Monday, August 1, 2011

POEM OF THE END TIMES


LIGHTS EVERYWHERE

and when it comes
the mind overcomes
impossible
without the fear

its not the time
or what we will say
that takes awayLIGHTS EVERYWHERE
our senses

and when it comes
we smile that it runs
on everything
we never wanted

but in the end
we find, that to win
compatible
we have to be
with the machines

everywhere
theres lights everywhere
and none of them
belong to me

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