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This Ruined Puzzle

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Once Upon Tomorrow's End (poem) [Sep. 6th, 2004|12:15 pm]
This Ruined Puzzle


[Leaning on me till I'm grounded |blankblank]
[Reflect some evil to your head, until you're dead |Nickleback]

Realization hits
A shocking reminder of the reality we have all chosen.
A collective gasp of shock in the face of humanity.
Now there is no room for pessimism
A cynical brainstorm will do no good here.
No, only hope can pull us through.
A better tomorrow though is not an option.
We've seen to that.
It will be just the same as now
Just as the day after that
And after that
How many shattered tomorrows will we have to endure before everything is whole again?
How many crushed dreams?
How many lives will have to be broken before this blood lust ends?
Until the boys come home as men...
Until the men come home as boys...
When will this end?

From: bloodyscotsman
2004-11-01 02:48 am (UTC)
I don't have a complex answer to the question this poem speaks of. All I know is that the hardships will come to an end one day. It will end. The truth is simply to never give up on that day and to fall into an abyss of despair. Hard to believe that such a horrible time could ever possibly end, but it can and it will end. Once you reach the other side at long last, the side where all the ends meet, and there is little room if at all for hardship, you will be all the stonger for it. And that's as people who are going through a hard time have to do. To be strong.(guess that was complex after all)
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