The last hero [Archives:2007/1033/Community]

March 15 2007

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Nothing is really true

Every thing is false

The moon is a bulb

The sun is a horse

Nothing is really true

People are toys

Names are Morse

I am not me you are not yours

We are not us of course

We speak different songs

We play separate words

I swear

We have nothing to share

Except hollow words

Shallow care

We had a dream

A nightmare

Soldiers in farms, we were

Now we are farmers

The battle is bare

Camera cannot show the smell of blood

When we die live

It is the only hero

The last to survive