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As the sky falls and each glitter of lightCollapse over one another, A breakdown of sightsWe'll be reaching for the eyesSoar to the heavenly eyes
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 00:07:00 GMT |
White Letters, Black Pages |
The strikes of the bells match the strikes of batonswe scream, we plead, we cry, the bodies are dumped by the tonsand the gunshots clash against the sky so great that god himself has bledit rained red...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 19:44:00 GMT |
