Dotted blue among the beggars
The world spins furiously yet the mind trembles
The hand aches for her touch of gold
No redemption overthrows this tale untold
Pick up a fork , a knife , a battalion or two
Viva la Vida! , death is just fuel to her boredom
The rats weep , the muggles cry
Granaries are empty , The recession heave cries
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Author:
caedes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: noting much , just felt like writing something down .
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