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Date: May 23rd, 2006 9:54:04 pm - Subscribe
Mood: blind
Sing a song of two souls,
Their fate is intertwined.
A simple, feeble, humble one,
Is the string that keeps them tied.
Angels on earth, traps in their own sin,
Warping and twisting from all that lies within.
Deprivation of life, deprivation of light.
Everything will end on that dark, stormy night.
Six set paces, two armed men dance,
Each one ready to take the other's lost chance,
They spin their barrels, cock their guns,
But in the end, which one of them won?
Eye for an eye as the blind run free,
The tears fall from the sky as it starts pouring.
They writhe, and they fear, and they coware like men,
In the age when the sword strikes down the pen.
In the chaos, pure freedom, people do what they want,
The only restriction is that they can't get caught.
Dank dark cells, they'll rot alone,
In the place most people would call their home.
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