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by Gary Jurechka Feb 3, 2006 category : Dark, fantasy / other
That there are dead men clawing their way up to sunlight even now shredding flesh on black-boned rocks that grind new age crystals into ancient dust as they pass men of the future you understand able to live on the blood of battered wives on the unshed tears of suicides while maggots worm their way through the politics of living it is the men of the past that haunt you leave you shaking past and future collide and in the insanity between what was and what will be the present is screaming and you are left wondering just what you have become -gary jurechka and john sweet 1998 (Note:This is a collaboration piece by both authors listed and should be credited as such).
by Jonathan
Hell yes thats an awesome poem but still it has no emotion that i felt when i read it