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The Wreck
I'm staring down at the scene bewildered and shattered
The blackness covers me, somewhere amongst the wreckage
A wheel is spinning like a tribute to my favourite pop group
There seems to be some technical hitch with the speakers, but...
Will it be the Stones or the Beatles, or just the 'Last Time'
I feel no pain as I lie in this multicoloured capsule
A body twisted raw like sinews in a butcher's shop
My soul prays in anger at this conquest against my privileges
My rights and freedom are this night taken away.
A thousand candles light up the night sky, echoing around
My metal cartouche, I speak to them in words of silence
That only I understand
I see a broken body torn, battered and bruised, lying unmoving and motionless
I see a life drifting away, but behind me I see wonderful things.
B...
Copywriter UK 2006
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The Wreck
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