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Thursday, 9 January 2014

Poem: The soldiers of suicide

Goldfish and balloon
The soldiers of suicide
March on a gold fish
Shocked are the lights of heaven
Shocked are the lights of hell

The soldiers of suicide pull
The fishing rod
Yes says the mind

The soldiers of suicide push
The pain in the soul
No says the mind

The soldiers of suicide battle
God is crying
Angels are crying
Humans try to feed peace
Prayers mount on horses
Every temple is worried

The soldiers of suicide win
The gold fish has no soul
Life is sold by a balloon
To a life of eternal peace

Humanity battles on
In feelings of the soul
To cuddle a soul in need


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