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An Ocean That Feeds Us With Time
Contributed by
Lee
on
Saturday, 5th May 2012 @ 09:41:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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So it's another time A time we cannot keep Losing all our hope The fields are turning white And the hands are cloaks we worship
If you remembered the hills of faith You've gone further than the most of us Here we wait for a turn of fate We cannot look for an escape When these walls around us Hold us to a dream we fake
Look into the atmosphere We took it in our palms Caressing our vengeance with the time We presumed no one would Discover we had stolen From the ocean in its Cataclysmic catacombs Maybe we would no longer Have to sip our water From an awkward cup
You have made me the happiest man You could have made me Could you have made me?
Beside the sadly lit virtue candle I arrange in the cold Pieces of skin soaked wood The ocean has heaved me out The monstrous chamber I now walk into tomorrow
A man who must tame The heavens
Copyright ©
Lee
... [
2012-05-05 21:41:30] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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