Men of old in shining armor,
Brand their swords and ride like thunder,
Cities quake; behold their tremor!
Xerxes turns toward Greece.
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(composed while flying out of Berlin)
dim street colors
like brown barley rooftops
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O afar, beneath this gray coloured day,
Hangs a ribbon of darkness, shadowed fiend,
Despite the attempts, I admittedly say,
All reproves seem endless.
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Captivated, Elongated, Mitigated:
You're a lot of looming words,
I wish I understood.
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Homecoming queen,
You and me in a dream,
Make-believe, so it seems,
I'm lost in between.
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We travled here when I was five.
Now I am ait, or so mum tells me.
I never thught this woud be a problem,
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Two rooms,
One adjacent to the other;
No news
Whether nuclear warfare has started yet.
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Years ago we played together,
Two cousins with life and smiles.
Roller coasters, we were six,
And the world was ours to explore.
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Behold our world is a world of gray,
Broken apart and scattered away.
All who are actors, act in this play;
This theater of nothingness.
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I hate the fact I'm feeling
All this endless sickly dreaming
The rush, rush, rush
Of make-believing,
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