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Nothing Is Sacred

If sorrow could build a staircase, our tears would lead the way
If I could see my angels face, I could die today.
We stare at shattered time, nothing is sacred.
The last holy rhyme, stands broken and naked.
The souls begin to burn, yet I can't turn.
The knowledge we learn, cannot solve the answers we yearn.
Just on last goodbye, yet there's no reason why.
The unholy cry, as the sinner's begin to die.
To the stars and above, we look for a clue.
The unmistakeable love, is what I've left for you.
Broken dreams, lead our last journey.
I look for the screams, though they don't concern me.
We would do anything, to stop what you were going through.
With me I bring, the last picture of you. 
I stand alone, among the innocent.
Wish we would've known, where the omnipotence went.
Trying to stand, when the dead grasp your hand.
The abandoned sanctuary, is our one last hope.
This burden I carry, will help our hearts cope.
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream of the stars.
For you I weep, as I kiss away your scars.
Can they stop us now, after all we've done?
No we cannot bow, we cannot run.
Should we lay down, at their feet?
No, we fight for the crown, we shall not be beat.
You've got a secret, yet I'll never know.
Will you soon regret, the horror you show?
The withering poem, was written in blood.
Shall he listen to our wim, or shall we fall in the flood?
Will you walk with me, the path I chose?
What once could be, was the blooming of a rose.
We shall stand, and we will fight.
We'll defend our land, this tragic night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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