Play
Thy careless deception of lie rears
Flew endless rivers from my pointless tears
Thy promised majestic scenes so glorious
Still so fearful they appear in thine silence
In thy kingdom of blind kings are one eyed
Oh you king of kings towards within
Thy dying children weep for thine mercy
And yet you no hearer or deaf you seem
In Thy web my youth was lived and grew
Still wide sights of sadness only far away
Thy theater of tragedy fair played for long
With every sunrise brings new sadness with no choice
Thy creature seeks solely for its end of role
Now that your world ruined its heart of soil
And thy play ends these words so cold and torn
What left is to thank you for all you may heard so
2007-12-22
07:37:26
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