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During the End

blood in my eyes words of the lost men gather into my recollection mighty cold broken minds, in tune with their broken hearts lost connection, fruitless mornings mighty cold "mister...hey mister you've got to wake up" A beautiful women stood over me as i awoke She tells me it's the end of the world...tells me it's Armageddon Circles of confused fires moved throughout the streets in swift moments The moments were in Black and White...in flashes winds were stripping the flesh from the people...were they evil? I saw God's Son, I couldn't tell if he saw me The woman stayed with me In that moment we both knew the world had been washed The Days were gone...no longer needed to be counted We both knew this was it... This Was Eden's birth, new-born once again ...so what's your name?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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