You are indeed the burning bush
the burn of the sun
the bite of the cold
You are indeed a daily funeral
the daily whipping to learn
the daily call of duty for all to see and suffer
You are indeed the finished ritual
the waxless candle
the stringless guitar
the inkless pen
the headless prophet
Keith Sherwin
thrash_metal_15@hotmail.com
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Little plastic soldier
your sword's been reduced to nothing
I left the lamp on all day
and returned home to a little man
who's now incapable of killing
Little plastic soldier
your shield's melted away
I am greeted by a defenceless toy
when I return to my home
at the end of the day
Little plastic soldier
now what will you do?
Without your tool of evil
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Skeletal fingers embrace the world
they don't reach the north?
Hypocrits
crying in the rain
Faceless wraiths carrying in their arms
newborn children destined for the same
Will it really be a war
if we dont measure up first?
Every well in the nation
has run dry to every marrow
Corpses lie in the dust
and men with naught but themselves in their wake
drive drive away
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I look up at the moon
the beautiful moon
and realize
this jewel, is neither rooted nor chained
nor caged, nor restrained
But as I realize this miracle
grinning at this joyful justice
another thought enters my counciousness
breaking up my inner celebration
Should not every being
that witness' it's glorious presence
be filled with this sense of hope
and desire to live life?
 And a six year [...]
