Posted in the night, brought out in day. Filled with fright ,on your soul to prey. Delivered up unto ones self. Placing your heart upon a shelf. And in the end the wind to blow. Cold the chill. Caught in the snow. The winter storms delight. Now a blood stained night.
With your blade in hand, Terror yet to slice. Slit the throat, Just to pay the price. Gargled choke, By man. The last to be soaked. Yet in the pentence of our age. Now to live inside a cage. A shadow, A flicker in the corner of your eye. They know, ticker stopped, refused to die.
Flowers wilting in the sun. No roots to hold there own. And in the window box. With care the seeds were sown. Never more unto the soil Who's mulch has turned to sand. And like a child who's spoiled. Never becomes a man. We wait periodicly For one to take a stand.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-12-26 18:08:20
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