Seven years you lost for breaking one mistake

Aug 23, 2005 09:36

So we enter through the ceiling
Down betwixt the broken men
Laughter goading absolution

She painted with the crimson life force upon the charred and screaming plains

The plausibility of existence without an atmosphere was handled abruptly when the
man who proclaimed godhood told her bed time stories while floating in the cosmos

Heaven has nothing on me babe

He could have created her every wish, desire, before she could even think of it herself
Alas that is all he said to quench her eternal thirst

Beggars do not happen to be choosers, so she drank deeply

He smiled and held her head
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