War of Grief

There is a savage, primal scream
that waits beyond the dream.
Forced into a war of grief
where spirits seek a theme.

Little minds that plan the scam.
Shriveled hearts create the plan.
Inflated egos are the energy.
Logically, the murderers receive
gold medals for the great atrocities.

There is a savage, primal scream
that waits beyond the dreams
of history...

? Michaelette ?

3/21/2003
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