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Unwanted Unknown
The sun rises on a purple sky
And the blackest clouds roll in
People awaken to their dreams
The make believe and the fantasy
The soul is carried in these clouds of emptiness
It ruptures, and falls with burning rain
On people with down turned faces
Drop-wisdom. Drop-love. Drop-loneliness
Drop-unused, untouched hate
The void opens wide its wretched mouth
Devours the next unwanted life
It moves on with shrieks of pain and anguish
Echoing in its wake.
The terror has passed, but will return
It needs the soul it was denied.
Copyright 2002 Cara Nowling