P52 - Sentenced IV, The WakeDawn brokethe world around;thunderingas the door fell down.Forced to his feetand told to stand straight;taken away;they daren't be late.What colour are the leaves now?
P51 - Sentenced III, The OceanA brittle soup,cool, foul;stinging, slithering.Coughing, retching,swallowing more;necessarily.The sun rose over a distant ocean.
P50 - Sentenced IIDust blows inand his hopebleeds out,as he listenssilentlyfor the heavy feetthat bring his next meal.
P49 - SentencedStrips of shadowscar the surfaceof his skin,as he sitsand shiverson the cold, stone floor.
P48 - PrayerI ain't lookin'for a world lacking sin;I don't want no peaceforever.Gimme a hurdle,every day of the week;gimme a hurdlewhenever you got one.Whenever you got oneto spare.Make me hurt.Not too much,just enough so's I knowthat I'm still here.Gimme rain,just so's I can smilewhen the sun come out.Just don't let me diebored.
P47 - GlideShifting, twisting,the world spins awry,blades not catching;the heavens turn by.As one by onemy brethren fall;if simply becausewe could not skate at all.
P46 - StratocriaWe must fight to providea life for our youths,before peace comes the pain;these are the plain truths.They say 'do what you know,protect those you love';we have all lost our hopefor some heaven above.So we do what we must;we sacrifice all.We give up our livesand those of our thralls.
P45 - DewDew-drops bulgeand collect themselves,breath by breath,from a damp morning sky.Sitting,waiting.A light blossoms,golden blue,lithe and clear.Sitting,waiting.She dancesthrough fields,chasing shadowsacross valley,and ridge,laughing as they fleeinto little rabbit-holes.Sitting,waiting.And she returns,just as she promised;not too late,not forgotten,never too busy.Sitting,waiting.And she smiles,and kneels;lipsbrushing cold, emptywater-spots,on every leaf,and every blade.Sitting.With every kissa speck;a golden life,shining out.They bulge,one last time;just a little.And they roll,one by one.Crawling across the green.Heavier,just.And the edge comesand goes,and the world below pulls.A silent struggle,and they stretch.And soon they fall,bodies gently tumbling,through the ageing air.And soon,in a golden burst,of one thousand specksof warm, ageless light,they break.And begin to waitfor tomorrow.
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