After surrender and hand over your case
The world will never end, even the break
One in a second. The plant that has rejected
flower, the flower does not freeze up if you choose,
And Wilts, shrivels in ugy, slow death.
The next day will give you the sun will shine
Still. The moon and the stars are tease
In your death, you continue to breathe, you
feel the heat just burns and exhaustion.
You will fall in strong, demolition, winding ridge.
The years after the surrender, the world is still ...
Continue. Things go on, children grow and
the burning fire. But not you. People die every day
Breath while you still linger. Yet with nothing
To speak to the shame will kill you. Gradually.
March 7, 2001
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