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    dots Submission Name: The Murder Calls for the dameddots

    Author: Naymless
    ASL Info:    15/F/phx, az
    Elite Ratio:    4.44 - 142/110/33
    Words: 560
    Class/Type: Poetry/
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       This seems like and end of the world poem, but its really about the parent/child relationships of. Really its mostly about how I feel towards the way children are treated, and if you don't agree with my point of view- which is not directed to every parent- then tell me.

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    dotsThe Murder Calls for the dameddots

    The days are growing darker,
    Yet the night remains as bright as ever,
    The echoing laugh of children,
    Is drowned about by the calling,

    They call for the souls,
    That were taken at their prime,
    They call for what was lost,
    The trees, the land, and mankind,

    No longer does the world,
    Open up for the people,
    Instead it collapses,
    And kills the ungrateful,

    But the world is no longer welcoming,
    As the storms swallow the globe,
    Lightning clashes with their graves,
    And the rain spills upon their faces,

    No longer are the birds flying,
    They rest along the tombstones,
    And no longer do the rainbows shine,
    Only replaced by the hate colored clouds,
    Do they people even know?
    That this is their entire fault,

    Hiding amongst the shadows,
    Waiting for the end,
    Watching for the white flag,
    But that flag is stained with blood,
    They cry to the wrong gods,
    And they just watch,
    So they cry to the heavens,
    But the heavens are already closed,
    Then they cry to hell,
    And hell welcomes them,

    Grave diggers ready their shovels,
    The priests hold onto their bibles,
    The children cry to their mother,
    And the mother lies lifelessly on the floor,
    Some dive into the oceans,
    Hoping to be taken with the current,
    Do they even know?
    That the ocean is as shallow as they,

    The best of intentions,
    With the words of the wise,
    Produce only the cries,
    Of the children down below,

    If the children are the future,
    Then all they can do nothing but wait for their time,
    But if the present is upon us,
    Then the world might just end,

    How can you put so much pressure on the young?
    While you spend your life in hell,
    Cursing at the gods,
    For giving you what you deserve,

    He who helps himself,
    Will be helped by god,
    But if all you do is pray,
    And wish for what you cannot have,
    Then I ask you,
    What will become of the day?

    Life is yours to take,
    While you throw it away,
    Tainting your souls with sins,
    Destroying the your enemies,
    Who await a hug in return?

    So do you even know?
    That the light can only last so long,
    Like a candle wait to be lit,
    You leave the peace dormant to wait in the dark,
    Using the match to light your pipe instead,
    Smoking as you watch the box of entertainment,
    For a cheap laugh against the less of fortune,
    And let the smoke continue,
    The smoke that fills your child’s lungs,
    Polluting their fragile bodies along with their minds,

    The children can only depend on their mothers,
    To nurture them for their time,
    But all the mother does,
    Is push them into the ocean,
    For a little extra time,
    For themselves,

    While their fathers,
    Left along time ago,
    To escape their duties,
    To fight in the war,
    Against their brothers,
    For pride,

    The war that left that carried their impure souls away,
    Creating the doubtful wind that blows at your back,
    The wind that whispers into your ears,
    ‘Everything’s alright,’
    The same wind that moves the chimes,
    Making a soft symphony for the crows,
    The crows that make the murder,
    The murder who calls for the world.

    Submitted on 2005-08-20 02:38:08     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      ok i like the idea that you had here but to me this seemed wayyy to long. i kind of started to lose interest but i know i hate it when i get views on my posts and not comments so im going to comment on here anyways. i agree with what Frank said. parents can be good, bad, inbetween with how they treat their children. and most of this is opinionated on what makes a good parent. and like Frank said most parents want the best for their kids even though they may sometimes treat them badly. but thats just my thought. thats all for now.

    | Posted on 2005-08-20 00:00:00 | by Day DreaMeR | [ Reply to This ]
      I suppose it is like everything else in life. Parents can be good, bad,or indiferent. Being a child is hard work and being a parent is even harder. Being a parent myself, I would like to think that ALL parents have a basic urge / need to do the best by their children - but sadly that is often not the case. In these terms, I would agree with you as long as you are aimimng your thoughts at the bad or indifferent parents. I enjoyed reading this - it was different and refreshing.
    | Posted on 2005-08-20 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ]

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