The City Suffers Poem by Miss Fairytale
The City Suffers
Oh, I am the Forest
Blending with the City's solace
I destroy fear
In my wooden clutch,
I bring the people peace in terror
Emptying their hollow parts
To refresh with cleanliness.
Oh, I am the City
Stood beside the Forest
I belong to the solid
To those who long to choke
On the pollution of fame
I empty their dreams
I bring them their suffering.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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