Annound Fortress
for an anound fortress I burn with words that acrill
around the trees in the seas above the sky below the eye
from the song to the speaking rythum
in wintery sky under the savering sighs
for an anound fortress I burn with words that acrill
with windiling given lies that seek there silnte cries
distant memory calling it's grimus reverbed prototcall
workful manic deppression awkened in my center
near from the sound far from the passion
for an anound fortress I burn with words that acrill
forsaken in the deepest plennor
quite from the storm falling for a brutal action
remebered for the one choosen forgotten for the places sholven
placed out of faith marked from the waking face
walking through pasts disertion proud of minds adovlen
seeking felt impression destorying my senitive interspace
for an anound fortress i burn with words of acrill
set in fate of mercy feel no pain atureee
a watchful eye aproches my welten deeds
slipping from fortold longer i lash intreee
wellspoken whith the last of almighty scrifting heeds
for an anound fortress i burn with words of acrill
formitalbly calling, unheard will, of an undying spirit
shackled for theift of my innocents lying teerit
Copyright © Ian Schmidtka | Year Posted 2007
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