[Poem]: Glass bones

[Brian37]

I looked at the horizon when sunrise came
Faces reflected as the sun rose

The warm rays did ring the time's bell
To remind me of a history that seemed so close

The coffee cup I held almost shattered
The faces haunted me, of both friends and foes

But I knew that reviving bones is not my job
I knew that the ugly faces are mere memories on glass bones

The sun burns, but also signifies hope
A hope to ride a ship to the other shore

To survive is to forget the ugly faces
To survive is to remember that the sunrise brings hope

To prosper is to remember friendly faces
Search them well in the burning rays

A new start on the other shore, is a new truth
So faraway from history's jaws

-AtlasS33 (Mohammed)

This is the best one so far I have ever read from you. I love it!

Now here is where you threaten Jehad, and I threaten ABBA, we both have a beer, and tell our critics to fuck off.

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I mean that Atlass, I really like his poem.