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Chosen Chains

Locked into lies...the deception it drains gripping like iron are these chosen chains lips spewing lust stay etched in my brain love gets lost on hexed highways I'm a prisoner of pleasure that turns into pain bleeding my soul are these chosen chains Crowns of cash sit on terrible thrones killers keep knocking but nobody's home paranoid eyes through peepholes they blink faster than bullets a mortal man sinks gold turns to garbage and sparks turn to flames burning my soul are these chosen chains Drive fast to damnation pedal to the metal no switching the station fear's frequency fills a mind that's depraved uncovered what's ugly...what's dark and deranged beating my soul are these chosen chains From blue into black those voices attack certain lines crossed...I can never come back subtracting the stack turning riches to rags drinking the devils water from a brown paper bag shooting holes in 4ever on a south bound train boxcar to boxcar...sing a sad country song about those chosen chains

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/13/2011 10:42:00 AM
Hey Anthony! Power-driven is this "sad song about those chosen chains". An assembly of ideas moving through a darkened maze. Well concieved and projected! Best to you, Mikki
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Date: 1/10/2011 6:31:00 PM
Hello, Anthony... nice line "drinking the devils water from a brown paper bag", clever choice of words, a good visual your write brings, enjoyed your work,..p.d.
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