Shores of Avalon, by Lovecrafter
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It's a man's world
Everything's definable
Black and white
Save the gray of
Uncertainty, my temple is
Mysteries
When I will die
Lay me on the black shores of
Avalon
There the air sings
Interposing the causeway's
All but done
May I walk where
Wiser magistrates have tred
Awkwardly
Free all wretched
Starving, beggars searching for
Earth's vain gold
How could I live in a
Realm so secular
When I'm meant to live
In the stars
What kind of place will
Swallow your dreams
Just to pluck them out
Of your heart
This is a song written for the ladies or really whoever has
a gender related issue. If you feel that your gender limits
you sometimes, leave a comment telling why. |
Posted: 2010-02-01 02:02:35 UTC |
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