Confronting The Malice Tongue, by Loneliness is condescending
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Broken lungs to breath your tales of Blameless Lies
Happy endings where darkness Dies
A childhood of lifetimes shifting through the sand
To find a promise clutched with in your hand
Blameless Lies to set our worlds apart
With Grace to die upon our Lips
To spare the LIFE we brought around
A promise dead with in your hand
We always needed more then Blameless Lies that set the
pillars of our time
Where sickness set around Too grow and Die
Dismantle things we couldn’t change
LIFE of yours has died within that promise
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Posted: 2007-05-14 01:55:02 UTC |
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2006-03-06 15:56:08 | lost the lonely dead |
cool let me know when you get the rest of it up here i'll be sure to read it |
2006-10-16 19:42:02 | Faith |
I like it... the imagery is the best part. |