Mu$kr@t

Invisable singing
2002-08-20 02:20:12 (UTC)

Boiling sky

Our sky boils as you shift
I notice your inner heal twinge at your thoughts
Head on, screaming in red
Armies of hate inside every knuckle


If I am to defend, am I not launching my own armies?
If I am to destroy, does not my army die as well?

The sky cools quickly, but the red burns strong
In a world of red, the blue boy can’t stand strait




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