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Monday, 22 November 2010

Ill Wind

There is an ill wind which will blow

All those bitter feelings will grow

Only causing pain and contempt

Where no one shall be exempt

People will be against people

No one will ever be equal

Every man will be the enemy

All emotions will be empty

In the ill wind comes only dust

Causing all good things to rust

All bad things will be insisted

Leaving everyone bitter and twisted

Blood shall run in the street

The day will endlessly be long

No good heart shall ever beat

Because the good is now gone

copyright Chris Smith 2007

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