Parade of Ghosts
Leaping to the mind,
The hatred kills the sane,
Leaping back on their soapbox,
Spoke of the devil's bane.
Hooded wolfs bleed to the ranks of angels,
They speak and boasts,
Marching through the dead of night,
Are the parade of ghosts.
Copyright © Brandon Molton | Year Posted 2005
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