Oct 14, 2006 15:52
the reaper reapes, threshing lives in torrents of fear spilt husks.
motivation to walk on moutains till they talk,
history yields its burdenous corpes wrought weight,
sorrow to deeds dark inscribed in slate,
heaven the release of this burdonous plate.
next thought:
landscapes play as maidens dance,
song of the earth.....
RElax...
Dreams come true.....So Soon, SO SOON!
Relax.