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    dots Submission Name: Plague Culturedots

    Author: col13x
    Elite Ratio:    2.26 - 119/300/559
    Words: 312
    Class/Type: Poetry/Dark
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    dotsPlague Culturedots

    Plague Culture

    I am a killer by default
    A mercenary by the act of my birth
    The screaming child of sunrise
    I am the feather which hangs on my conscience

    All my dreams are cut from the gibbet
    Have their sacrament in a bullets abuse
    Every edict I so viciously cling to
    Wrought from the blood of the innocent

    And I am ravenous

    The coy demure plague, which infests your streets
    With “not my concern” blindness; has its comfort
    From the leaking pits and scars
    Which festoon and feed my every plastic desire and envy

    I am the multitudinous plethora of the guiltless
    The boot polish of acceptance
    In which my armies tromp in silence
    To the rhythm of all their electric passions

    And I am ravenous

    It is my faceless dissension
    The hollow megaphone of all my opinions
    To stand amongst the clean and be unwashed
    Of blame

    I am the fractured mirror of the anonymous
    A pseudo name by animal of unseen tearing flesh
    That does not equate or count one single ounce of my heart
    To another

    Every advert of shining enraptured epitomising
    All that I long for in chemical highs
    And accoutrements of white painted pristine poise
    Promise of function and intention; I am of use

    Grant this vacant and vacuous reality with something
    On which to hang
    Such a tenuous belief
    In the filth and mockery of my slavery

    And I am ravenous

    I am a killer by default
    A mercenary by the act of my birth
    The screaming child of sunrise
    I am the feather which hangs on my conscience

    Desperate in my need for consuming
    Which will give me a meaning
    Purpose to
    A point
    Explain this

    And I

    Submitted on 2009-08-11 14:42:42     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      During my reading of this poem I felt ecstatic. Its fiery, intense and capricious essence lights in me the
    adrenaline that makes me feel as though I could do absolutely everything. "Plague culture" is an intriguing title and it works like a charm on the header of this poem. Excellent!

    I am ravenous.
    | Posted on 2009-08-12 00:00:00 | by Porcelaine | [ Reply to This ]

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