When feeling has been lost...

Member since 2004 · Posted 22 Apr 2004 · Edited 22 Apr 2004 · 1 comment

Behold this crimson night It's 451 Farenheit Burn your bridges, burn each page They've earned respect reflecting rage Now raise your gaze into the sky These flames are crawling up so high To touch the heavens, touch the stars And avenge the stench of branding scars Then heaven's hosts all shook their heads And seraphs wept from heaven's beds As aspirations to be kings Made fallen angels clip their wings And may this pride each day restore The joys of bittersweet remorse For all who trod this earthen vale Will soon be silent, low, and pale.

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[7] Shuushin 23-Apr-04/7:02 PM Reply

second stanza has some fresher language in it, but somehow its like spending a day with grandma and getting a half dollar on the way out.