|
 PM
Ever feel like you're writing the same thing into oblivion? I do. I suppose this was a remedy for that but I'm not quite sure where it came from. Though uploading it made the form I wanted go all weird, so everything's now a huge ribbon of font
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 88 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 4 - Published: 02-21-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2323418
|
A+ A-
 Full 3/4 1/2  Expand Tighten 
|
We are Generation Y
A perpetuation of out with the old
In with the new
The Decrepit with The Decadent
Stone to Steel
And monolithic shards of glass
That rake the sky
With electric fingers
Keep your head up
And don't look down
Lest you discover the gauze of indulgence
Is merely distraction
Blood for oil
Blood for land
Blood for blood
Keep your head up.
They want to give us a revolution
And don't look down.
But we will have a revolution
Of our own
|
||||||
