Failure Permitted, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Three stand proud
Covered in glory's shroud 
Happy home 
Mighty in this whispering dome
Missing Mother 
Helpless brother 
Gathered round the reason 
Never with a thought of treason 
Dancing children downed in black 
To you we give this pointless plaque 
Salute with honor 
Unto you we will never dishonor 
Today their freedom 
Name falling into sainthood 
Sails half mass 
Number one in the class 
Honoring the ones 
Forever to be sons 
Who never knew the purpose
Posted: 2006-04-16 19:07:17 UTC

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2006-04-07 18:01:36lost the lonely dead
kinda cool but i wish i could ask you to explain it to me more, well i could ask but getting an answer....thats a different fantasy altogether