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Author: Deezy
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Reviews: 4 - Published: 01-27-05 - Updated: 01-27-05 - id:1818375

Worldmaker


Worldmaker

Choose what your Ideal world is to become

But choose carefully

For each door beholds what you have done


Aworld without hate, violence, fear

People sit, staring with empty eyes

No worries, no cares, no tears

No hopes, no desires, no dreams.


Such things go hand in hand

You have chosen the wrong door


Worldmaker

Choose what your ideal world is to become

But choose carefully

For each door beholds what you have done


A world without hunger, sorrow, pain

A mother carries a dead child

She drops it without shame

A man gets struck by a car

Not hurt but confused

The man stares as his legs

Then dies bemused


No that’s not what you meant

Again you chose the wrong door


Worldmaker

Choose what your ideal world is to become

But choose carefully

For each door beholds what you have done


A world without death?

Sticks litter the floor of a village

Only these sticks have breath

The street is home to those of endless age

Toothless mouths cry out for release


Fleeing, you know that is not it

Again you chose the wrong door


Worldmaker

Choose what your ideal world is to become

But choose carefully

For each door beholds what you have done


A world of peace, joy, beauty

People dance, laugh, smile

Yes this is right

But aren’t these people living in denial

Monsters drag children from bed

The people make a game of it

Because they have no dread


A thousand doors you open

A thousand terrible worlds beyond

Silence crushes your brain

You scream but no one responds


Your hand grips your neck

To three lines


Worldmaker

Choose what your ideal world is to become

But choose carefully

For each door beholds what you have done


A world with pain sorrow and death

A world where hate is sown

But people fight with every last breath

Hope that after night, there would be day.



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