A Poem by Immanuel

Words used in fragments based on thoughts.

Speak Words
Break Light
Keep On
Take up the Fight
The Fight is Futile
But Come Along 
Life is not of Logic
But of Song
So sing it loud
and use your voice and be proud
we are the republic and the people of the town
we sing for joy, we sing for death, we sing for everything until our final breath.
The world is broke
And Muddy too.
We keep it up.
We make it through.
for we are here.
we are alive
we are the searching and the reaching pool of slime.
We are made far
We are made weak, We are made of something that other men seek.
We are the Cross
And upsetting loss
we are the hopefulls and the hopeless
who haven't lost.
So clear your head.
And take a breath.
keep things moving 
step by step
we are the pain
we are the life 
we are another single moment steeped in strife.
We're unafraid, our hearts our strong, our minds our clear, we'll get along...
We are the people... and the hope, we are the thing that this world swings from, from a rope.

© 2016 Immanuel

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Added on November 11, 2016
Last Updated on November 11, 2016



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