....And may you all hail the priceless day
Hold your scarlet colored Armageddon sky
Hope for the best...may your gray days return to you
Midnight fevers and noon disgusts,discussions at the square table meant for large minds
Citizens in comforted fear...
They all scream "control me, CONTROL ME!"
The Beautiful people are gone.Where have they all gone?
The Goodbyes are now in order.
Funeral Mondays and mournful years to come.
Sweet dreams to the children, for they to will grow,despair will to corrupt them
...And may the last night for everyone be a forgetful one
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2009
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