Anarchaia

Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)

18jul2008

V
V by nataliej

So much confusion, dealing with inside
The feelings that I hate, the feelings that I hide
We are pulling our lives into reverse
Tearing our lies, we are casting a curse
— All Gone Dead, Within But Not Before

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Danielsville, Madison County

They can take away his freedom, they can beat him into the dust
They can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave him out to gather rust
But they can’t take away his faith and his honesty and pride and the knowledge he holds inside
One day they’ll reap the harvest
The grapes of wrath
— The Mission, Grapes Of Wrath