Wednesday, September 28, 2005

NO Kata

No beauty abounds;
all remains are sand and pain.

No laughs, no cries, no sounds;
chaos silents, no soul is sane.

Fear and rage strapped with Hades hounds;
no outlet, no way, only lame.

Once a jewel honored, crowned;
now red marked of foul fame.

Helping hands grab, grip havoc ground;
only option, only hope, time remains.

Together bound - This is no game.

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