To the Dead and to the Dieing
To the dead and to the dieing,
To those agrounded, and others flying,
To those who live life as a lie,
And others who curse even as they die,
Delete, erase, your mother’s praise,
For she will meet you amidst the haze,
Of deaths embrace, and angel’s gaze,
To rise or fall amidst the dazzling hall,
Of riches, promises and lovers too,
To break the egg and start anew.
The End
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was posted on Jun 27, 2010 by
FireReayn.
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