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Forgotten Woes © 2001
by Quinn Nelson
A war if fought by two
Like opposing sides
Of a coin
Curving the echo
Bending the ray of light
I've become one
Who bleeds when
Nothing matters
As it drips
Down as blood
Hearing the sound
Until the end
Of the famous
Trill
Disappearing
Into the inside
Of you
Forever forgotten
Nothing can stop
The itch of the end
The world is done
Where will we
Call home
Shameful isn't it
In tyranny
In democracy
Olive oil
Is thicker than
Blood
Of the holy one.....