Thursday, March 1, 2012


Alone in the world
I wonder the streets
Inhaling the ever constant poison
I know soon too I will be dead
And the world can begin again
Its rehabilitation all on its own
But that's all it needs
It's not like its guests
It needs no other
It has no weakness but kindness
A faithful host it is
Though its guests are greedy and harmful
They leave though
And the host will stay sweet
'Tis the guests that will be forced
 Forced by the guest itself
Ignorance may be bliss to some
But why harm that which has only loved
As I walk
I am not afraid
I welcome death to come
As for next my host shall be free
And maybe kindness be repaid.

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