Work Perfection salvation
This is very old, did not have much time writing this poem in high school but I did win first place in the poetry contest, just like in high school won 5 but that made me feel very happy. So I'll share
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sore Lip From Dipping
sprayed the fields with
life and death was not present
thousand years in your hand
let them go with the wind stopped
time the devil was locked and there was
god there was someone to blame
I took the colors, smells took
buried them in the backyard
well as with the dead makes
sky dreams took
the put in your mind
and gave place in reality
Killed robots who called themselves humans
were only slaves, metal errant nonsense
snatched you pain, bitterness
I put order in the room gave
trial
the difference I took his place
the existence and cast into the abyss
turned on the lights of the hall
I sent the fearful
Resale ignorance tumors
innocence destroyed the building burned
evil plants
I gave names to the creatures
dreams gave them I gave them hopes
took off his worst fears
forbade them
social strata told them that we are equal
removed the idea of \u200b\u200bfaith, I took the word of peace
listened as students listened to the sky, land,
wind and silence the big party was created
And death was not present
then it was not a vacant lot and played
fingers
divine victory and feel the emotion, the beginning of eternity
and spoke words of life
In the life they knew
of everyday life
of ecstasy ...
intense the long road to its condition
And the fields were also
life and
still poor but very rich, very rich
death had not
only had life
and check again and again that there
perfection and we realized we feel that we are human
And then
field no longer empty
held with loud applause
and
lights went out and went back to sleep
Since we slept
here we come into this world through
illusion then you are perfect
fields and have a life
the dreams we make
have known death and now
walk along the sun, with light and stars
guide us equal, without time, without pain
And I had a
full field memory oblivion I sprayed the fields with
life and death was not present
was more morra, the note is not it?
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