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This is not one place, but rather the idea of all places and people connected via fate. |
-Helpless City- by Keaton Foster ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Darkness Not pretty Helpless city An abomination Regurgitated Is this creation A temple Upon temples Monuments Of mankind Built upon Every failed ideology Raised to ruin Time and again We are just another Reincarnation Of what’s to be wasted We are just a difference Where there would Otherwise not be one We are just a chance We are always sure That It That we Can be better Reborn Survive Our purpose As we destroy Our idea Upon the back Of our creator His intention Not us Just a byproduct Not meant What a mind job Boggling Our very existence An accident Helpless city These streets These people All lights Turning white Before darkness comes Before nothing unsung These buildings Inhabitable This environment Inhospitable The air is thick The sky is dull No warmth comes Just a haze Overshadows us And all that we’ve done There are a few Just some The observers Those with clarity What they see What they feel Iconic surrealism They make believing Somehow still possible The words they pen A hell of a thing In every night In every darkness In all of these Stranded metropolises There is a sliver Of what is to come Of what could be again The observer’s words A running record Recording madness Inspiring both Joy and brutal sadness The weak will perish The strong will adapt In this Helpless city There will be survivors There will be those Who will make it Out of the darkness Back into the light They will stand At the foot of dawn And again the sun Will burn bright In the perilous sky They will clean up They will remove the stains They will rebuild What all others Have come to destroy Their temples Will be far more glorious Ornate and astute Monikers of certain truth Darkness Not pretty Helpless city An abomination Regurgitated Is this creation A temple Upon temples Monuments of man Built upon every Failed ideology In every assimilations There are those few Despite all tragedy That are somehow Closer to absolution… Helpless City Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |