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Wrought meanings

The stress and strain of the pulling motion Pries the appealing eyes of twisted souls Lost in a night;s occurance Love once felt the hands of this distrought man But broken dreams matched with anguish tell stories Of a life once lived in blood The edge marked the end of lies and deceit And the bodies still lay faceless under feet And the streets painted in blood Now will, can you listen to me? My whim must be met as I melt in the eyes Death must grace her presence as she made him mine The seat selected she sits in now As the scarring rows the crowing of dawn Your decision must be made The planning of the long awaited stream Prove their honesty, for the dead lie in piles Uniform with the writings I hold my truths present with the value Reformed to the write and will of those breathing Can I just pass on by? Whispers loud to break the ear crise no longer pain and hurt the screams of the guilty Suffer the pen in hand Fight for free will and free form Dastardly deeds follow the sick The bastards stain my hand swith their blood And love is proven once more

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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