agonia english v3 |
Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission | Contact | Participate | ||||
Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special | ||||||
|
||||||
agonia Recommended Reading
■ The oak
Romanian Spell-Checker Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2018-12-16 | |
So much is written, carved or etched in stone,
so many lies and lies within us lie, buried inside like poisonous temptations! For different worlds we march to war and die! Apathy fills the air, we fear the sound we hear when nothing happens. Still, the burdens laid upon our shoulders will get us grounded to a different world. And nothing ever happens when there’s no purpose to be found in disarray. We’ll come to learn what simmers in ourselves: Our different worlds rest broken on some mad men’s shelves, bound to decay. So lay the bricks of knowledge and whisper to your kin behind the walls we built: Our different worlds are but illusions crowded in some mad men’s guilt. Apathy fills the air, we fear the sound we hear when nothing happens. Still, the burdens laid upon our shoulders will get us grounded to a different world. Let’s cease the madness, so feed the tantrum and bathe in sunlight - embrace the air. With great apathy comes death: It’s the choice of those who bolster different worlds caught in a snare!
|
||||||||
Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. | |||||||||
Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Privacy and publication policy