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writings
2006-12-08 02:19:05 (UTC)

beauty in death so goes the prose

this world is full of beauty if you make it
these eyes have seen the finest so forsaken
say its not the same, your eyes filter differently
the pain of this world is caught with hierarchy
this holy house of hallelujahs
is hollow now without solution
this absolution wasnt without cost
for leaving all the sinners crossed
and fear i may an hour glass
for sneering through its crooked sands
the lustful look through batted lash
heats the fever in the hand
and taken with authority
we wrecked this wraught iron fence
captivating you and i
in this burning of these tents
we clamoured into fifty fold
to cover which was left
and all was charred into the
darkest night we laid to death




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