Echoes bounce back
constantly,
Reminders of transgressions, blind
Oppression, sad impressions,
Allegations of what might have been.
Someone even wrote it down,
Polished every detail, printed,
Sold it retail, turned a profit
Baked in mortal sin.
Prepubescent innocence is quell
To feed on fervorance,
And dies e’er it becomes intense
Enough to feed the quakes.
And we forget, or just don’t care
To read the notes of yesteryear,
And so are doomed beyond repair
To make the same mistakes.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
Reminders of transgressions, blind
Oppression, sad impressions,
Allegations of what might have been.
Someone even wrote it down,
Polished every detail, printed,
Sold it retail, turned a profit
Baked in mortal sin.
Prepubescent innocence is quell
To feed on fervorance,
And dies e’er it becomes intense
Enough to feed the quakes.
And we forget, or just don’t care
To read the notes of yesteryear,
And so are doomed beyond repair
To make the same mistakes.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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