June 15, 2007
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all is destroyed
and ashes fall
whisper soft
upon the ground.
sooty footprints
point the way
to where the matches
lie.
burned out branches
on the trees
like knobby fingers
"there he goes!"
but the dead
aren't worried
they sleep in peace
and guilt will never touch
the accused.
the dead can't worry
they rest eternal
and damned will be
the accused.
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jktty at 2:25 p.m.