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Helter Shelter

Warmth of surrealism
Such modest innocents unaware of such horror
Until the walls of protection crumble
Brick by brick, fact by false fact
Left alone standing amidst the ruble of a once warm haven
The icy blast cutting to the soul, stinging
All Demons pouring in on me at once
Overwhelming, drowning, collapsing my conscience
Reality is a dream, stability a cruel treat
No more to rely on others ends
The obligation rests on my shoulders
I must come to the conclusion of this puzzle.... Truth
To one judgment comes these
Virtuous man is not
Pure friends are not
And
Innocent life is not

unheardof
By: Justin Howard Sanderson
Wednesday, January 14, 1998
 
 



 


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