User:Slade24/Poetry
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| - | Silvery-white, a glorious hope, | + | Silvery-white, a glorious hope,<br /> |
| - | Quench the fire with a peaceful note, | + | Quench the fire with a peaceful note,<br /> |
| - | Heal the sick, relish the scenes, | + | Heal the sick, relish the scenes,<br /> |
| - | Live forever as a nation of teens. | + | Live forever as a nation of teens.<br /> |
| - | Enemy in an allied eye, | + | Enemy in an allied eye,<br /> |
| - | Brings about the rallying cry | + | Brings about the rallying cry<br /> |
| - | to raise the armies up on high, | + | to raise the armies up on high,<br /> |
| - | to raze the violence before July. | + | to raze the violence before July.<br /> |
| - | Machinations churned about | + | Machinations churned about<br /> |
| - | From mines and smoke, grinding out, | + | From mines and smoke, grinding out,<br /> |
| - | River of steel on epic scale | + | River of steel on epic scale<br /> |
| - | As winds of change become a gale. | + | As winds of change become a gale.<br /> |
| - | Roaring through they scream and yell, | + | Roaring through they scream and yell,<br /> |
| - | "Save the peace" as they sound the knell, | + | "Save the peace" as they sound the knell,<br /> |
| - | the dirges start, the world exhales, | + | the dirges start, the world exhales,<br /> |
| - | no peace exists in raising Hell. | + | no peace exists in raising Hell.<br /> |
| - | Grasping for trees, the leaves, the green, | + | Grasping for trees, the leaves, the green,<br /> |
| - | Take it back from the misery | + | Take it back from the misery<br /> |
| - | of a world gone black from musty fog, | + | of a world gone black from musty fog,<br /> |
| - | to save it from what we've become. | + | to save it from what we've become.<br /> |
| - | Violent twisted mangled Sun | + | Violent twisted mangled Sun<br /> |
| - | that reigns upon the broken gun, | + | that reigns upon the broken gun,<br /> |
| - | ghostly now in tattered grey | + | ghostly now in tattered grey<br /> |
memory of a fallen day. | memory of a fallen day. | ||
Revision as of 16:19, 21 August 2006
Broken
Silvery-white, a glorious hope,
Quench the fire with a peaceful note,
Heal the sick, relish the scenes,
Live forever as a nation of teens.
Enemy in an allied eye,
Brings about the rallying cry
to raise the armies up on high,
to raze the violence before July.
Machinations churned about
From mines and smoke, grinding out,
River of steel on epic scale
As winds of change become a gale.
Roaring through they scream and yell,
"Save the peace" as they sound the knell,
the dirges start, the world exhales,
no peace exists in raising Hell.
Grasping for trees, the leaves, the green,
Take it back from the misery
of a world gone black from musty fog,
to save it from what we've become.
Violent twisted mangled Sun
that reigns upon the broken gun,
ghostly now in tattered grey
memory of a fallen day.
