The Fade
By Mark Miller © 03/19/2012
Misuse decay's from inside-
Scripture beats on lies of crimes in an early sunshine-
Empty life leaves scratch the willow sallow-
Warning day o' coming washes man's sins forgiven
Lukewarm sadness punctuates inert organs of pain-
Haunt of madness catches so slow below us-
None seen -none heard a creature hides behind-
Battle bow of bones in time, all life folds above us sweet exodus
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