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Fragmented Message

Lost in a foreign world somewhere

In between dream and reality

The danger of being trapped

Forever in the country of deep grey skies

I have no hope of change in the world

No hope of changing myself

Only being in a different part, situation,relation

Might help

Or not

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Bad Times

Dying city

Decaying city

Filled with rich filth

Destroying the mind and body

Slowly burning city

Falling apart at dusk

Armed men

Guarding cautiously and attaching their guns to their frail bodies

In case of other frail men trying to take what little gold

They might have

No cash has any worth any more

Only handouts of food and water

And of course the eternal metal

Shining so bright in our dirty hands

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Discrete Murder

Deep roots

Craving water

Running under

Our feet’s

We do not know them

We do not care for them

Until

They makes us fall

Like helpless children

Or very old men

Crawling for mercy

Striving for safe places

Ignoring the fact

That there are no safe spaces

All around us is nature

Nurturing us, killing us softly

From within

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Winter

Hate is a good thing

The more the better

Keeps your blood boiling

In cold weather

Anger keeps you going

in the fading light of a dying sun

Hope left us for warmer weather

Now we are here alone

In the white death

Feeding only of strong emotions

Nothing more

Or less

Soon we are all going to be dead

But before that

Before that

Let us find a warm place

Where we can

Rejoice and find love

In the sun

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The Eternal Quest

So the eternal, nocturnal

Battle has started

Trying to make the baby sleep

Frustrated parents and siblings

Happy child talking her own

Language

Refusing to sleep for generations

The same problem, with different

Solutions for each and every one

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Saturday Fight

Another night of infighting 

Wasted time, hateful speech

No communication between 

The holy victim and the kamikaze pilot

And between two lost souls in a 

Landscape of despair and mud 

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Daily Destruction

So we meet again in the afternoon

To restart out fight

With mental venum

Poison for mutual destruction

Telling each other of our shortcomings

And despicable weakness

Each have our own favorite argument

Slowly breaking us down

But we never let each other go

Chained by thousand different reason

And excuses

We will drown fighting until the

Bottom of the sea

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Lost direction

What am I fighting for?

I do not know anymore

Why or why not

Or where to go

I am just lost on my way

There are so many options

But time do not give any

Peace of mind

Only huge black holes

The power has gone somewhere

Else for its operation and actions