Guitars and Prophets

A supression of the truth
A factory line of frowns and grey
Drowning their songs in morbid redtape
Holding their machines to eradicate the fascists
Living in the nature of decay
A coffin rests open for display
The face of a dream died in vain
Pretend skeletons rearrange the demise of
a wandering mind
That is revolutionary, open and strong
Whispers of fate unite in embers of great force
That rewind explosions of the destitute and isolated
Realizng the emancipation of life and when its too late

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Comment by papaed on November 16, 2008 at 10:35pm: It's never too late to change. When it's too late to take back things said or done, then it's time to forgive ourselves or someone else. Suppressed truth, hidden skeletons, guilt, whispers, fate, rewound explosions... lots of wonderful imagery. I identify with the "factory line of frowns and grey." Written by a beautiful mind behind a beautiful face.
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