What are we?
Where are we?
This autumn
When smoke and ashes
Covers the earth
Soon snow will cover
This land,
but the winter
Will not be like
Before
Covers
Forgiveness
I love the luxury of forgiving
Being able to afford
Having such a good life
Having such a good economy
That you can be generous
Mercy is an excess of the powerful
Those with big pockets and many houses
Enjoy your forgiving
While I crawl back to my cave
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A Characters Complaints
We have our dreams
Our stupid illusion
Given by the creator
For his amusement
And the readers delight
We strive and fight
Day and night
We are created for someone’s
Else enjoyment and capital gains
The profit is not ours but the
Owner of the publishing company
Still at night we dream of freedom to
Live a normal life with work, wife and
Mortgages to pay, going to the pub and play
Maybe even turn gay
But hey we do not exist
No passport , no ID
Never born, never dead
We are only character
Leaving in a leaking shed
In the author’s head
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