Monday, November 12, 2012

Execution



I'd face a firing squad
wearing a smile
and every word I ever wrote
because they are creations,
my creations,
my arrangement of ideas;
a silhouette of truth.
And though paper is fragile
blood can erase ink,
and death can destroy
the memories of a man,
ideas will always remain
bulletproof.

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