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The town was the
Oldest & most forgotten
In the city:
Gloomy,
Dark,
Cigarette buds, condoms
And crack
Paved its sidewalk.
Election Posters,
Poster ads,
And wrappers
Clogged its
Canals.
No lights filled the houses
Only the dim street lamps;
Five on each street,
Lit whatever road there
Was.
No kids played on
The streets
No women gossiping
No men drinking.
Every inch
Of wall
Was covered with
Graffiti &
Vandalism,
Stickers
And droplets of blood.
No structure was safe from
The offspring of
Urban expression.
The atmosphere was tinted with a mysterious
Malevolence,
All except for the
Church:
The priest had died
Five years ago,
Of what or how,
That remains in the
Records.
The town never received
A replacement priest,
The church untouched,
Unstained.
Literally:
No one bothered
To go to
The cobweb
Filled
And dust inhabited
Church.
Time has swept
Through the pillars,
Doors,
Roofs,
Chairs
And the holy altar
Of this grey church.
None would not be
Surprised if
One was to find it
Infested with
Rats, mice, cockroaches
And other disease
Carrying critters.
The house of
God
Is withered:
Robbed of its Glory,
God has forsaken
This town
And the town
Abandoned God.
- by Cookie_Booger |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/28/2011 |
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- Title: Wailing Dusk
- Artist: Cookie_Booger
- Description: In the school bus, on the way to school, I passed an old cathedral. I got inspired.
- Date: 09/28/2011
- Tags: wailing dusk
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Comments (4 Comments)
- adorable little monster - 10/06/2011
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that was great it remind me of home when i was 5 XD.
aahhhh the good old days. - Report As Spam
- gamemedic - 10/02/2011
- wow I complely sucked in this poetic expression I read it from start to end without intermediate breathing great work!
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- -Saso x3 - 10/01/2011
- O wow, *claps* 5/5 c:
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- Graham Ashe - 09/30/2011
- I F-ING love it.Awesome.Totally moved me.5/5
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