Member Since: 03/07/2008
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someone said the scarecrow is fighting off the flocks.
others say it's alright; the farmers need the crops.
he saw him raise two barrels to his face.
he snatched the corn but never flew away.
his blood was spilled.
the scarecrow got his kill.
i just got an update, our feathered friend is fine.
he tried to fly but barbed wire caught his side.
there never was a scarecrow in sight.
the little black bird lied.
like birds perched on a wire, we chirp the words of liars.
down the rows the stories go, ear to ear and crow to crow.
off in the distance, one sits and listens, then flies to tell all who were missing.
the story gets twisted and the facts get changed.
now the tale is different and all that remains the same is the name, the lie, and the wire.
my name is scarecrow, tell me all that you know.
your tongue is cold and out of control.
don't you lie, i see it in you're eyes.
my hay is dry, your nest is wet, the field's on fire, and the rain has quit.
the fire of your lies has burned all of this.
sit in the ashes with me.
like birds perched on a wire, we chirp the words of liars.
down the rows the stories go, ear to ear and crow to crow.
all that remains the same is the name, the lie, and the wire.
the field is on fire.
liar.
Influences: Robert Frost
He was loved; He was great.
By Seth Sonnier
I thought a lot about what you said.
I lay still at night with the dead.
Head stones and wooden crosses,
The light's gone, so burn the torches.
We can surround ourselves with roses.
It wont save us from hell.
We can fill our hands with possessions.
It wont send us to heaven.
A small pine box, a silk lined casket;
Covered with dirt and rocks,
All will forget it!
He was born, and then he lived.
Now he's dead and no one cares.
We can surround ourselves with roses.
It wont save us from hell.
We can fill our hands with possessions.
It wont send us to heaven.
A small pine box, a silk lined casket;
Covered with dirt and rocks,
All will forget it!
Everyone living that knows your name
That would shed a tear on your dying day,
Will one day do the same;
And follow your steps to the grave.
And everyone living that knows their name
That would shed a tear on their dying day,
Will one day do the same;
And follow their foot steps to the grave.
No one will live to say, "he was loved; he was great."
No one will live to say, "she was loved; she was great."
Sounds Like:
I LOVE THIS GIRL WITH ALL MY ♥
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