`teflon`, 20 августа 2013 г., 8:49
(Photo not found) Giddy up! Wrap it up! Tell the story, tell it sharp. Tell its phantom to be true Pour fury into it's eye blue Beneath pretty stitches, lies the wool. Life's kind to reach, death by fool. Mineral labours not, if man by faith knoweth rot. Till thou seeketh to decipher, Pleasures remain mystery by the hour. Knowledge be efforts meal, demon remains further fear's kill. Wet freedom drums ablaze, poor sacrifice alone drags a maze. Yet responsibility asks for choice. Till you comprehend, voices are noise. How then is it meant to be? That a weary soul questions Him eternally. In the end, the perfect will smile among the docks. Purely blessed is He who finds our rock! Salvation is but a wishful light. To the blind watch-tower, heroes of the night. They who sour time on the harlot's cup, while we drum of the kingdom, they doth plan nap. Where worth the elegant mighty? Of what mission, hungers no bounty? Keen stench of mild putrid lives, Skeletons alone that beg the beauty crown. Sought not the roots of thy coffin, Save him Oh save him, the man within. Forget ye the planet now, all shall pass, doesn't matter how. Live all the right if you can Love all, just be one. Till the moment finds thee Till you accept death with glee! (Photo not found) Author: Me.
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