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Writings
By: Greg Thielen
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Final Destination
He came from the land of towers and lights.
He came in search of knowledge through life.
His journey was long overdue.
His patience grew shorter as the days passed on.
His final destination was too far to see.
Life surrounds him in an ocean of green.
What he knew before, the chalkboard washed clean.
Hatred, greed and power he no longer craves.
As he listens to the trees speaking in waves.
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TV Blues
You don't care about my family. You don't care about the economy. You don't care about morality. You just care about your own money.
You pollute my life with your twisted ideals. Beauty, fame, and extra-value-meals.
You protect the rich and criticize the poor, only the most beautiful do you adore.
Fortune and fame rule your every move. You addict us with your glow and sacrifice our groove.
Kill your TV some people may say. It is not the device but it's the way you play.
We try to teach the kids the difference between right and wrong, even when the influence is a grip too strong.
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The Arena
The crowd gathers in the street anticipating their moment of exodus. Stripping off their reality, they prepare for the showdown.
The children beg for candy as the terror surrounds them in an ocean of hypocrisy. Something they will learn to ignore.
Strength of mind versus strength of might, two beasts meet in a duel. Man and animal, animal or man, only one claims victory in the arena of death. Who shall it be?
Life and death, fighting for survival. Tear my heart from my chest. Feel my blood racing through my veins. Victory is not seen, I lie here dead.
The beast has taken me. The crowd is pleased. The children laugh. The women cry. Silence falls over the virgin sky.
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| All Material Copyright © 2008 Greg Thielen Productions |