segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2013

In the Debris

Of this quake.
The shockwaves of this quake are gone aren´t they?
Also will this grissly aftershock cry?
In this dank water beside debris, okay?
Or did god in all my praying pave lies?

Every Brick and beam just top layered
Has clay coloured water no sanctity?
If we only had a real sooth sayer
Advised exodus would have set us free

Nature wanted to test us most of all
And we are left destroyed cities hopeless
Can I grip the next beam or will I fall
Into still pale calm embrace or fate´s pest

This cursed earth no longer dares to tremble
This is a face noone wants to resemble.

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