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Originally posted by electricdruid at The fiasco continues


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Crying Skies

You lay there dying

Waiting to meet your maker,

Or is it your maker is waiting to meet you?

You face your crying friend and ask him to lean down

You ask him to keep on living for both you and him

When he says he will,

You smile and look up at the crying sky

That is when you put your hold your hand up,

Close your eyes, and simply disappear out ( Read more... )