Blue Ridge, Distant reflection, Lost in the conception. Yet earmarked for today. How without warning? Will the children continue to pray? While soldiers feast in the great hall. Understanding their call. How will they stay?
Put down your blinding sword whos reflection brings light upon the day. Cast aside your sheild, Hord memories as the end may come in this bloody field. turn and go away.
Restless evil child, born to torment even the purest of hearts. Run, Hide from the archer. Sworn to avenge or tear apart. Flesh ripping as blood flows down the streets. Wino's sipping because they know they cant afford to eat.
Now nighttime rules the day. Close your eyes so you don't have to see the truth. Plug your ears they have nothing good to say. Sitting on the roof. In fear, I may pass away. Now it all becomes clear. Death is the beginning for those who pray..........
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-29 01:33:04
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