Sep 09, 2008 19:29
a warning, a glare, infected the stare
the hatred the kind of the beaten and blind
helpless and cold melted and spilled
a spiritual lie the law of the plague
well be here again waiting for fait
twisting our arms to enter the dark away from the light in which hurts our eyes
made a fool to protect the projected tool
a winner of wine a sinner of time
ill save her from the layers of ancestral crime
running away well steel this day 9-30 12 am project get away is manifested already