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  • To Be Honest - by Nutjob7 (Contains strong and offensive language, if anyone cares. It's also not directed at anybody.)

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    To be honest - by Nutjob7

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    Cunt
    That's what I think you are
    And you're also a...
    Spastic
    Well
    I had to say it
    If nobody else would
    And they wouldn't
    Bit shit really, no
    No? Well that just makes me think
    That you're a total prick
    Pointless tryin' to convince me now otherwise
    Of what I thought before
    And that is
    You're a cunt
    To be honest
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  • On Passage
    When we hear a passage
    given flight by mind's sure hand.
    Does it not live within us
    a piece of foreign land?

    What separates the maker
    from what she has wrought?
    What separates her hands
    from the burden of her thought?

    What separates the reader
    from the words that she has read?
    What separates the author
    from the echoes of the dead?

    What cuts in twain the threads
    the two twins thought and deed?
    What breaks the flowing waters
    from the waving of the reed?

    I feel we live inside a capsule
    set loose in empty space.
    And the walls are but a moment
    Until we meet the cold's embrace.

    But is my mind but the center
    of a tumbling in the scree?
    Is my existence bounded
    from the avalanche set free?

    Compared to life's sweet passage
    it may seem a bitter shade.
    But time draws us ever downard
    towards the endless fate we made.

    And that endless fate is me,
    just as the water is the tree.
    Though the rational enclose me in Occam's mighty vise
    I cannot, for all my trying, believe it otherwise.
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  • Memoirs of times long ago with brittle stone that creaks
    And stories tell of their trends and guide me back to sleep
    For gravely step to where they guide and I won't ever weep
    I'll fall in love with what they gave and continue to be
    In early morns of winter when fog will coat the sea
    In early morns of winter when fog coats what we see

    Flowers bloom at summer’s peak but now they are confused
    They are here in winters, stoneyards spill with residue
    A red carpet of weeping that is a cheer to view
    And I'm in love with where I am, no more chance to muse
    In early days of winter when fog will shelter me
    In early morns of winter when fog coats what we see

    ‘Let's review and let's refuse the doubts the past has gave’
    So what, so what, I cry, there is nothing here to save
    Worlds are easier to see with the I the world made
    Still early morns of winter spill out across the wave
    Those early morns of winter with fog stopping it breathe
    In early morns of winter when fog coats what we see

    Give your gifts and strap them on and make me travel east
    Hard stands clack bitter underneath my sheltered feet
    Pushing up to tip toes until their balance flees
    Go ahead and tell me what this matter made of me
    I’ll always fall in love with where I am meant to be
    In early morns of winter when fog coats what we see

    And here again I return to the stones of the spent
    Just thinking of those stories of those who boldly went
    Yet not a tale is written on this slate that is bent
    Cracked like glass under fire, doomed to wander instead
    I pass on, can't waste my time, the backgrounds sweetly weep
    In early morns of winter when fog coats what we see



    Nameless poem is namelessly named. ...I feel like I'm subconsciously stealing the shape of this from somewhere. Person who figures out what I was talking about, especially in stanza four, gets nothing at all but I'll feel pretty stoked.
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  • The poem is beautiful but I seriously have no fucking clue what this is supposed to be a metaphor for
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  • The poem is beautiful but I seriously have no fucking clue what this is supposed to be a metaphor for
    Thanks! And that makes sense. It's kinda unfair to get people to guess.
    I don't know how much of this is getable in close reading, but it's what was behind the prose:
    Let's ruin the magic
    It's really just a mix of painfully literal, some thoughts running through my head, and a few bad puns.

    Earlier in the year it hit me how I had grown used to where I live, and when I took a step back and thought about it, it was really pretty. I live near the ocean, and in winter it gets ludicrously foggy at the start of the day. I also live near two seperate graveyards. So I wrote a little note and some lines about how things were really pretty and I love it here. But that was pretty simple, so I put the thought aside. Later, I thought on how most young adults have to move out of here in order to get a life. Also, I be female. I also have a deep loathing for every time I need to dress up all fancy-like. Dresses, make up, high heels, brr. So I wrote a little note about how I don't want to leave and also yuck adultyhood.

    And then after a while, I had enough notes to go "ok, let's sit and write a thing." And as it usually goes when I write poetry, my planned points promptly perished and planted things I had been absently thinking about at the time. For instance, I had missed writing something for the one hundredth anniversity of Battle of Passchendaele, (aka our darkest day in the military and why my avatar was black for a few days, and why it is currently wearing a poppy), so that's why there's all the references to dead people having stories (graveyards + pride for location = pretty strong links to war and fighting, no?). Another point is how throughout the winter the pohutukawa trees were flowering and that was really freaking weird (that's one of the "painfully literal" parts). And then it all morphed into a mix of nostalgia and worries and melancholy-ness.

    Really, all of this is really literal. I could have just said that it's about growing up, and the fear of leaving your past behind... but that would be dishonest because I didn't set out to write about that. It just kinda started heading that way and I rolled with it.
    Basically, I put too many things into my poems for them to have decent coherence. On the bright side, for once I can justify pretty much every word in this poem and didn't add anything because "hey that sounds cool and deep."

    Hopefully it's a little more getable now.
    (Getable is absolutely a legit word. Shush).

    Wait. Shoot. The first line was meant to be "creeks" because bad puns! Noooo!
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    Hard stands clack bitter underneath my sheltered feet
    Pushing up to tip toes until their balance flees
    Was this part about having to walk in high heels? It's what I was thinking at the time that I read it, but I didn't know how it related to anything else, so I figured I was wrong.
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  • Yup, pretty much. High heels are the worst. The entire stanza's about that, from strapping on "gifts" and then asking "what exactly did doing that acomplish?" Also, east of here's America.

    Next time I should pick a topic and stick to it. That should up the clarity a couple of notches.
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  • P68 - Untitled 2

    One day I journeyed home and found
    A man with pitchfork laid on neck
    He nodded to me as I walked
    And each day after that I checked

    The road was narrow as I checked
    Could not ignore him as I walked
    Could not ignore that fork on neck
    And there each day him I still found

    Around, around, were halls unbound
    And I below a minor speck
    To move from where I rest, I balk
    To fear the walk won’t be correct

    And hardly would I be correct
    Of judgements that cause me to balk
    Each are much smaller than a speck
    And I, not them, remain unbound

    Why should I fear the smallest sound?
    That morals chain and keep a wreck
    Now better to keep calm and talk
    Than watch for disloyal aspect

    But what to say when seen, aspect?
    Mouth opens wide with absent talk
    And find that all I have’s a wreck
    And I myself am not so sound



    And hurried home I found more sound
    And found that too has come to wreck
    My fellows there fill streets with talk
    And smirk at each shattered aspect

    For I misjudged, was not correct
    And learnt I had reason to balk
    The worth of fear more than a speck
    My tongue I should not have unbound

    So I have journeyed home and found
    A knife to be laid on my neck
    And livelihood as well has walked
    My fortunes fell as never checked
     
    And down the road where I had checked
    The man with fork remained and walked
    I followed to risk my own neck
    A pitchfork of my own I found



    In my daily poem quest I found out about a thing called a "Sestina." I couldn't wrap my head around it, but the general concept seemed fun, so I tried it. And it was fun! Limitations generally are.
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  • I guess this would be where this goes.  This was an interesting English assignment where I had to write a story incorporating my own definitions and examples of logical fallacies.  This is not that good but its possible that some might find it interesting so I decided that I would put it up just for the heck of it.

    Logical Fallacies: The Search for a good videogame

    One day in the upside-down land of Zealandia, there was a bored person who wanted to do something fun.  This person already had their mind made up on the kind of fun that they wanted to have.  This teenager had preordered a game from a video game store and this was the day that Huron Milk could pick up the game from the store.  Huron’s plan for the day was to arrive at the store, pick up the game, and leave.  Unfortunately for Mr. Milk, he didn’t anticipate how crowded the store would be that day.  He arrived and found the store was full of people who were waiting for the game or were there for other reasons.  Huron realized he would have to wait for a long time before he could pick up the game; because of this, he decided to take a look at some of the other games in the meantime as he waited.  He realized the employees were all extremely busy taking care of the influx of pre order customers and there were a lot of misplaced games, so he decided to look at games while reorganizing the games while waiting for his own game.  The first games that Huron saw were a series of educational games about logical fallacies with each fallacy having its own game and two boxes one with unacceptable premises and the other with irrelevant premises.  The first in the series of irrelevant premises was the genetic fallacy.  The description for the Genetic Fallacy was that it occurs when we only judge an argument by its origin.  There was a picture of the Bible and of the continent of Europe on the game box with the caption of “Ignore everything that the Bible claims is true, it was written by Europeans who translated it from the original text.”  The next part was called Composition which was described as arguing that the parts will be the same as the whole.  The picture showed a house for sale with the caption that said the monthly payment for this house is low, therefore the house won’t be expensive.  The next game was called Division which was described as the false assumption that the whole matches the parts.  The caption showed a hiking backpack with the caption saying the backpack is big, therefore the backpack’s pockets are all going to be big.  Huron quickly lost interest in this series of games but decided to read through all the games anyway.  The next game was called Ad Hominem with the sub-title of Appeal to the Person, it was described by saying ad hominems do not pay attention to the argument, they target the person who made the argument.  The main picture was one of an elephant and a person which was captioned with: you can’t believe what the blind man said about hearing an elephant, he can’t see what he is hearing.  This appeal to the person was divided into five different sections called the personal attack, accusation of inconsistency, tu quoque, circumstances, and poisoning the well.  Personal Attacks were described as a form of ad hominem where put downs replace counter arguments; there was a little graphic with a school and a thought bubble that said: that idea can’t be good, it came from the idiotic principal.  Accusation of inconsistency was described as a type of ad hominem where someone rejects an argument because the other side changed their position on the topic.  The example showed a teacher in a classroom with a thought bubble saying that he couldn’t listen to his students’ ideas because they changed every day.  Tu Quoque was described by saying someone was two-faced on the topic instead of arguing the topic.  There was an image of Garfield who was saying in a thought bubble: why does John want me to go on a diet, I am way more active than he is and yet he isn’t going on a diet.  Circumstances were described as using situations and factors as reasons in an argument even though they do not have any say in an argument.  The example showed a boy with his mother saying to her: I had no choice but to pull the dog’s tail because it had my head in its mouth.  Poisoning the Well was described as a form of ad hominem where the opposition’s inclinations replace the reasons to reject the opposing argument by discrediting their claim and character.  The next game in the pack was called Equivocation which was described as the usage of multiple meanings of the same word without a connection or explanation in an argument.  There was a picture of a hunter inside of a videogame who was in the process of hunting with the caption being: this game will be easy to track down because I am in an easy game to play meaning the game should just go down without much effort on my end.  The next game was called Appeal to Popularity which had the subtitle of appeal to the masses which was described as arguing the guaranteed truth of a claim simply because it is popular.  There was a picture of a group of medieval villagers with a woman tied to a stake in the middle of the group with the caption: this woman is about to be burned because the villagers agree that the woman is a witch.  The next game was called Appeal to Tradition which was described as putting up an argument that a claim would be guaranteed to be true for being a custom.  The picture showed people chained together at the legs working with the caption of: its customary to enslave these animals so they must be inferior to my group of people. The next game was called Appeal to Ignorance which was described as arguing that a lack of support proved or disproved something while the reader had to be able to prove something, not the one making the argument.  There was a picture showing the Loch Ness Monster with the caption: there is no way to disprove the existence of Nessie based on this picture because there is nothing showing that this picture was staged, so how about you try to prove to me that Nessie does not exist.  The next game was called Appeal to Emotion which was described as the use of feelings as reasons and support for an argument.  There was a picture of a crying person in court with the caption: your honor you should believe me and not send me to jail because if you send me to jail then I will commit suicide out of depression.  The appeal to emotion was split into three other sections called apple polishing, appeal to pity, and scare tactics.  The Appeal to Pity was described as the effort to convince people of the truth of a claim by appealing to their empathy, and care.  There was a little bit of text next to a caged animal that said: I am about to be euthanized to make room for other abandoned animals, would you adopt me so that I don’t get killed.  Apple Polishing had the description of the drive to influence others to accept an argument by brownnosing them.  There was a picture of a student with a gym teacher with the text: you know you look good while you are exercising, maybe if I exercise with you, you might consider taking a second look at my final grade.  Scare Tactics are the campaigns to make others think action should be taken by scaring them with something unreasonable.  There was an example that showed a courtroom with the caption: if the defendant is not proven guilty, he will personally hunt every single one of you down and kill you until you put him in prison.  The next game was called the Red Herring which was described as the usage of irrelevant topics or ideas during an argument.  There was a picture of a lumberjack who was saying: we need to chop more trees down because if we succeed we will lower taxes for the rest of the country and lower tariffs on goods from other countries.  The next game was called the Strawman which was described as the modifying of an opposing argument to easily counter that position.  The picture showed a miner with the caption: the environmentalists want to raise taxes on our already above production cost products which means that they want us to become bankrupt.  The final irrelevant premise game was called Two Wrongs Make a Right which was described as the belief that because someone has done someone else has done something morally wrong, you can do the same thing.  The picture showed a soldier outside of a military base with the caption: I have the okay to attack this base because people from this base attacked our supply train.  The other group of games was grouped under unacceptable premises.  The first of these games was called Begging the Question which was described as the repetition of the conclusion in an argument as a premise used to support that conclusion.  There was a picture that showed an escalator and some stairs with the caption: you should take the stairs because it will give you exercise and since exercise makes you more athletic you should take the stairs because it will make you more athletic.  The next game was called False Dilemma which was described as the insistence that there are only two possibilities when there are more.  The picture showed a billboard with the words: The American Flag, either you salute it, or you go to jail for disrespecting the flag.  The next game was called the Decision-Point Fallacy which was described as the argument that a specific change marks a transition from one thing to another thing when there is no actual specific thing that shows the change.  The picture showed an argument which resulted in one side saying the other had crossed the line and the other side saying there was no line causing a fight to break out between the two sides of the argument.  The next game was the Slippery Slope which is arguing without strong or valid support that a sequence of steps will happen after a certain undesirable event.  The picture showed a warning sign with the caption: do not go to college, if you do you will be hated by your family and you will become radicalized by the teachers which will cause you to be blacklisted by the government which will then imprison you until you become normal again.  The next game was called Hasty Generalization which is the drawing of a conclusion about a whole group based off a small experience.  The picture showed a Terminator poster with the caption: Europe must be full of muscular males because the Terminator is played by a muscular male European.  The last game was called Faulty Analogy and was described as a weak argument by analogy which does not work because the things being compared are not alike in relevant ways.  The picture showed a flea and a tick with the caption: all fleas are small bloodsuckers, all ticks are small bloodsuckers, therefore all fleas are ticks.  In the time that Huron spent looking at this pack of games the lines had shortened considerably and once he put the pack where it was supposed to go, he got in the now short line and waited for about ten more minutes.  Once he was at the front of the line he asked for his preordered game which the employee gave after a confirmation that Huron had already payed for the game.  The salesperson asked Huron if he wanted the games that he was looking at to which Huron replied no and proceeded to finish the transaction.  Once he finished the transaction, Huron went home and prepared to have a lot of fun with his new game Command & Conquer 5 The Return of Tiberium.

    Sorry for the cliffhanger ending if that is one since tbh I am not sure.
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  • Chatting in Discord got me into the mood to post some more of my poetry, so I asked for some numbers and here's what they drew.

    P5 - Phrases In A Soda Can

    Doesn't matter if I'm right or wrong
    Doesn't matter if I'm brave or strong
    Doesn't matter if I'm prideful or weak
    What's all that matters is who shouts the loudest

    Doesn't matter who’s rolling the dice
    Doesn't matter who’s up on the knife
    Doesn't matter who’s the one writing the song
    Mum I hope that you can be the proudest

    Of the bitter feeling that doesn't make no sense
    Of the shame and the hurt that bites into my chest
    I just want to speak but every word chokes in my mouth
    Do I have an option other than to shout?

    Doesn't matter if others have their things to say
    Doesn't matter if I want to listen anyway
    Doesn't matter who I am or who I care about
    All there is to shout, so just let it out

    But what's the sense in shouting if I have nothing to say?
    What's the sense in crying if no tension’s brought my way?
    I'm a good person and that's what I want to say
    What is a good person? What do I feel anyway?

    So I'm feeling bitter what do I feel bitter ‘bout?
    It doesn't make me any sense so words spill from my mouth
    I just want to speak but every word chokes out
    Do I have an option other than to shout?

    And if I can shout what should I shout about?
    What should I shout about?
    What could I shout about?
    What may I shout about?
    What can I shout about?
    Can I even shout about?
    Can I even shout?

    (4/1/2018 - 5/1/2018)
    P79 - Who Is Lost Tonight

    Be a path of kindness
    One clear of brackened fear
    One that won't twist away
    And one that shines with care

    Take my hand and lead me
    So I don't fall from the cliff
    The path that's laid out for me
    I'm so afraid I'll miss

    My steps are each wavering
    And I stumble as I speak
    Forests chuckle at my tred
    My situation bleak

    I shake and fail to hide it
    Though my smile’s painted on
    And when the woods close around me
    My hopes are faint and gone

    The trees with grinning faces
    And their hands in greedy grabs
    I cover my head and scream
    And swiftly lose the paths

    For me my fears are broad
    Coasting land and sky and sea
    To the lantern darkness reaches
    And snuffs the flame I reach

    Clutch light to my cold chest
    And feel twigs whip my face
    I run blindly through them
    And hope you've tried to chase

    Though hope’s a dimming memory
    Faintly I hear footsteps
    And the faces fade away
    The wood will remain vexed

    You may think you stifle
    But you fan the flame
    You may think it a trifle
    But to you I give acclaim

    (21/3/2018)
    P82 - Due Acts May Near

    Damn the sky
    Damn how it bleeds
    Damn the past
    Damn how it sees

    Damn the paint
    Damn each drip
    Damn the sketch
    Damn what I missed

    Damn the pictures
    Damn the art
    Damn the lines
    Damn each small part

    Damn the liar
    Damn the saint
    Damn the preacher
    Damn it’s quaint

    Damn the jail
    Damn the key
    Damn the lock
    Damning spree

    Damn what wonders
    Damn who thinks
    Damn why I'm here
    Damn where I'll sink

    Damn it all
    Damn it, me
    Damn myself
    Damn to be

    Maybe then
    It will not bleed
    But it bleeds
    So dam the sea

    (23/3/2018)
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  • Just wrote this. It's about the difficulties I face every day before I even get out of bed.

    Myoclonic Phantom
    Morning sun and tired eyes.
    Heavy limbs and apathy.
    Lucid dream or nightmare dies.
    Floating overhead without mercy or antipathy.
    Will it sweep the leg or pull my arm?
    Will it turn my head?
    Will it cause me harm?
    Is it the one that says "you will be dead"?
    It's breakfast time so let's just see.
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  • Never Have I Ever - WIP
    Never have I ever seen something so serious.
    divided, split, reft and partitioned - truly - put,
    Into such abrasive fractions of a whole. Yet,
    here you are! Hah, all asunder and branched.
    Suppose, must i, that this is the human condition?

    Egoistic, maniacal, oh so sadistic. Yes…
    the only solidarity you share, lo’
    your cruelty, an evil unfound elsewhere.

    And…

    The sad truth is that those purest themselves;
    furthermore, acclaimed to such esteem by others,
    tainted the most by hypocrisy and the vanities of their race,
    are blind to as much as they point their fingers elsewhere.
    Afraid to look in the mirror, lest they find the darkness inside.

    -

    The higher you rise, the further you’ll fall -
    The lower you sink, the higher you’ll soar -
    Or so they believe, with it,
    they concieve
    that the best of them
    everyone with everything
    and everything above are out to get them
    and they must rise, the heroes, disenfranchised.
    Neglected and subjected to the malice and greed.
    They are stuck to their perception, because they
    are without another angle to look from, but, and
    to give pass to their targets - how facetious

    For fair is fair, and facts are facts, as I have said
       You are all full of your own crap.
       given the chance, you’d take everything.
    Leaving others with nothing, and, well
    You’d think it fair, wouldn’t you?
    Because they deserve it
    They must suffer for -
    They’re the evil here!
    They’re everything -
    wrong with the world
    They’re...
    Human.

    So they must lose everything
    They must be tortured
    And they must die.
    Because
    They’re
    Human.

    Because they wronged you
    Because, as they are a phony,
    They must be shot -
    Their message of peace and love?
    ~ Fake.
    Because they took your job,
       So you  must gun them down
    But you had resigned…
    ~ Junk food affected my mind.
    Because you wanted to watch Soccer
    You need beaten and stabbed
    Gospel is not above another
    ~ We are absolved before God.
    Because you teased another innocently
       You must be beaten to death
    Never mind it was over a fart that you took the life
       ~ Words can hurt, you know.
    Because you unfriended me
       You must be shot
       Your throats slit
    Never mind I never knew you
       ~ Dare you be inconsiderate!

    Lo’

    Because you are different
    Gay
    Straight
    Trans.
    Black
    White
    Asian
    Religious
    Atheist
    You. Must. Die.
       You must be beaten
       You must be lynched
       You must be tortured
       You must be shot and
       Stabbed and   
       Cut and
       Ripped from your loved ones
       Because you
       Are
       evil.
    You are different from me.
    You do not agree with me
    You do not share my God
    My views
    My world
       You do not share -
    My Morals
    My Ethnicity
    My Culture.

    So I’ll watch you bleed, life drip away from your cold, heartless body.
    Never mind you are a reflection of what I - too - am a part of.
    I’ll relish every tear as it streaks your worthless flesh,
    And laugh at your tortured screams, your begging -
    I will not answer it’s call for mercy.
    I will wage war on those like you
    Destroy your world
    And set it on
    Fire.

    And I will be justified
    Oh yes, I am right
    In everything I do.
    Because -
    It’s what my God would want,
    And any sensible person would do.
    You are an inferior organism, though
    You share everything. It’s not what matters
    When my culture and way of life is so much more
    So much better than what you have taken to -
    Though you grew up in different circumstance
    Hah! You can just change! It’s all a decision -
    And you chose wrong.
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  • Here's another pair of poems picked out of a hat (AKA Discord) from last year.

    P215 - Impaired Vision

    Windows of wires, endless desires
    Mark themselves in golden lights
    Write their names, who cares for shames?
    Gather, gather, every night

    Through that window I see giants
    I see women, proud landscapes
    Building up to break them down
    Make a sculpture from their frowns

    A frown won't last for long
    For every instant flickers, fades
    Replaced by sorrow, endlessly
    All are sent to find their graves

    (3/8/2018)


    P321 - The Sheriff Of Nowhere Town

    Call up the warriors
    The laughers and the saints
    The folks who line our pockets
    And adoring crowds we fake

    Striking out for lands unknown
    Settling land of pastures cold
    Though it’s rude to grin or lie
    We’re bound to laugh until we cry

    Or we die? Who knows what goes
    The people stop to smell that rose
    Background noise in grandest poise
    Let’s sing us a song, won’t we, boys?

    As your leader salute and bow
    Until the day we march to drown
    And when the people scream and shout
    Should’ve had some sooner doubt

    (19/11/2018)

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  • When Towers Fall
    (written for 9/11)

    Ask about our health, O heavenly angels
    Ask about the fallen,
    Ask about the surviving
    When multitudes fall, when towers fall.

    On the eleventh of September
    A guest, a VIP or just a member
    A passer-by, a youth, an elder
    When multitudes fall, when towers fall.

    Like flying birds, two planes
    Trotting high across the lanes
    With zeal, with no bounds or reigns
    When multitudes fall, when towers fall.

    Nevo bowed low, crushed was Bel
    The tower of Babylon toppled and fell
    All laughter turned to a mourner's wail
    When multitudes fall, when towers fall.

    Words float over the horizon
    Like vapor, in the air rising
    Empty words, like stone and iron
    Falling like a sack upon concrete.

    When fire catches unto cloud
    When iron topples down over charcoal
    When fire consumes steel and stone
    When multitudes fall, when towers fall.


    (posted first on stage.co.il/a/1104, home to most of my Art. Most of it is in Hebrew; scroll past it to what is in English)
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