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Book in hand values alone
Contributed by
lostrelic
on
Thursday, 16th November 2006 @ 02:30:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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riding the tide of your glory this arduous form longing for your fall the call of the horn watching the world flood with your tears In the fall of your bequest the stains to angelic to smear
watching from below the tides take me down stuck with your image i slowly lay my crown dripping with fear i walk out your wake harvesting the world we grow and you take
bringing the world to fall on our knees a promise of a son to tarnish all our needs but cross in hand you darken the floor graven idols of your sacred whore
feeding the fear and the wrongness of man promise clean souls with the wipe of the hand nothing ever set in your passage of time stuck in a fever you blame all for your crimes in this constant emontion were grinded to bone stuck with a fear and no passion to roam
blinded by rules set only in stone in the end who will sit by your throne who will sit in your empty throne book in hand values alone
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2006-11-16 02:30:40] (Date/Time posted on
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