by this wind i lay my dead and in my sins i hold my head so i might bleed free into the crack of forever inside eternity while the cloud cry white and the sky screams blue with love i shall see you near the rushing waves and cracking thunder my soul sheds torn asunder reduced to ashes in hell and feathers in heaven may the never talk and always stay silent while the quiet gives me not a token the darkness lives unspoken, within me the light shines near you without you only shadows breathe and madness teethes stolen tears on a finding wind where i lay my dead betwixt the sins where i hold my head in my dreams my fist be steady my muscles prone me body firm and ready asorbing the blues that life may strike me with in my minds eye i see a rocky rift where both my pain and sorrow seem to drift but i see me standing above the void you resting in my arms thou keepeth me strong your worried glance stops me from wrong and so by these winds i lay my dead and in theese sins i hold my head...
2007-09-15
15:00:24
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Gundead Grimm the War Dog
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