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In a town blanketed with noise and action in a small gully, nestled among the shinning buildings stood a small man,
He was dirtied of cloths and raged of demeanor,
Everyday he spoke to all that would listen,
He would rant about the world and its flaws,
He would speak of mans faults,
He would shout of the governments mistakes,
To anyone who would listen.
As the years passed this small mans words became more and more extreme,
And his listeners became more and more scarce.
He would converse with the old but they would just pass by with no notice,
He would speak to people in there prime on the street but they would walk on unknowingly,
He would whisper to the young before they were snatched up by their parents,
This man spoke to all that would listen,
But no one ever heard him,
In a town blanketed with noise and action a small man stood
A small man died,
and
No one ever noticed
- by Lord Kronus |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/23/2008 |
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- Title: Silence is Blood Stained Gold
- Artist: Lord Kronus
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If you like leave comments and all, please enjoy thinking about it, or just reaidn it - Date: 10/23/2008
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Spokane Native 2609 - 05/06/2009
- that is really depressing..and thats why i like hobos...hehehe
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- kiwijian_01 - 02/24/2009
- das nice.....
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