Treasure Island

Chris Cariad

(June 10,1989 - Present / Paducah, Ky USA)

Sequenced In Time


The habitual sequences
We fall into,
Keeping us from growth
In a changing world
Of judgment and hate.
Keeps us from the
Reverberations of greatness,
From when our forefathers loved and accepted.
We must run astray
From the path laid before us.
Stopping these people from consuming nations,
And taking all that's useless
In this land of imperial darkness.
These sequences consume this portrait of love.
Forcing us to bow to the hate inside,
Fathered by this consuming rage.
This sequence must die
In its blaze,
So that the next sequence
Finds life in one's eyes,
Love and peace
We must find.

Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012

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