The burntdown of sass

There's a gap in our horizon
No welcoming doormats
Swords are no pen and vice versa
So why those pages still burned to dust?

There's fear in lonely caves
And who's the cavemen?
The doors are shut and locked
Guarded by two smoking barrels
The windows are smashed
Thrown by stones of the stonehenges' mind.

There's a price for certainty in life
No thoughts, no dreams, turns are forbidden
And we learn as we get along
That no peace could stay for long.

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--Udo. Late 2007--

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