Apr 20, 2006 03:33
Apocalypse
A weeping willow
Our depleted rose
A tattered pillow
So life goes
In heartless jokes
We strike our foes
The words we spoke
No one knows
An endless path
Burned and sown
We’ll face a wrath
We’ll blame our own
The grayest skies
Our lonely homes
We seek demise
But so life goes
life is really good right now :o
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