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These Ashes (Angel of Sadness)
If my death will still please you Then I will walk through these ashes At times poets record their inner most feelings Another sinner coasting before healing Boastful yet non-appealing One with out the wind our charms will assemble Within these alarms my figure will still tend to tremble I sit only to please you I stand and admit that I am lonely to deceive truth I am awaken now Previously shaken will a bow But if my death will please you Then I shall wade through these ashes From my every eye lash to your cremated ash I’ll breathe and be taken from behind this mask in a flash Face toward the afternoon, past late Laughter fulfills the appetite, the fatherless child whom last ate Disaster awaits those of us whom still grasp fate Built eleven castles on seven hills Reach thy kingdom of heaven just by popping pills Time I came to grips with accepting the fact That I’m just another grain of dirt stepped on by your footprint Even as a dead fragrance my soot stinks I’ll be cursed to hell Before I beg your father to reverse this spell Because only my death will please you I will walk through these ashes
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