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Author: Zixaphir
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Published: 07-21-06 - Updated: 07-21-06 - id:2215663
Content, peace enjoyable as it seems
Broken, tears haunting her so many dreams
Endless, abyss surrounding the lost earth
Coming, the questions of your own self-worth

Fearful, lost, you don't know the way
Losing, curse, there's nothing to say

Break free from the curse and live once more
Smile to the pain that makes you sore
Awaken, sweet child, couragous as hell
The time's now, be wild, truth that you should tell

The ones you cherish are the ones that you'll miss
As satan forever deals his killing kiss

Tear down the barriers of justice and law
Let the people witness the truth that you saw
The abyss is yours, once more you're free
The endless heaven, where all will be

And tonight it all ends for those unbelieving
Forever the parents will always be grieving

Lost, Forsaken, Forgotten and stoned
Let them know now the sins are atoned
Hair free in the wind as it passes by
Corrupting the skins, corrupting the sky

Broken are those who choose to walk alone
For they could be with the ones that they've known

Chains are binding their bondaged souls
Answers lingering in their scrolls
Liberty, Loss, Faith, and Desire
All are one in the holding fire

Take them, my mistress, the desire is yours
And walk away now as hell opens its doors



© Copyright 2006 Zixaphir (FictionPress ID:440931).


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