Gripped by a terror, A terrific feeling,
An awesome motion, a state of aw,
A man is confronted with a cruel joke,
The joke is his life, the punch line his work,
He bled his best years dry,
Working for the faces of dead men,
Educated to endure,
To sell his soul for excess,
An equation he could not solve,
A riddle too strange,
A man came to know,
He knew his life meant nothing,
His efforts were futile,
Man was the measure,
The measure of failure.
~Thus Spoke Jean
Friday, June 4, 2010
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