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Satan's Lighthouse
Contributed by
valek
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Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 10:25:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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sinking into the air because of your concrete boots
your eyes seem red when you wear your velvet suits
loosing your footing on the oh so tiny stones
revealing yourself as having orange and purple bones
the horned laugh and the winged cry
for you thinking you will never die
weeks turn into days, then into hours
thinking yourself as safe inside satans watchtower's
your fingers are broke and your toes are silver
still thinking yourself safe and your god will deliver
yet when your desperate you turn to a crone
wondering why the perfect look at you in that tone
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2005-01-24 10:25:47]
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Re: Satan's Lighthouse
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by autumngreeneyes on
Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 03:36:17 PM AEST
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| " a certain substance".. is that where all the gorgeous colors come from..reminds me of the 60's..and the acid craze.. of course I never partook.. but they tell me that Disney movies have a certain flair because of the drug.. the Wizard and such.. too bad my poetry has to come from a sober mind.. |
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