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Conor Cleveland May 2014
A circle drawn about the dirt,
The sacred herb burning in the moonlight,
I fire in the center nice and bright,
As the night drags on, the spirits come,
They have come to join in the fun,
Till the next morning sun,
Then as the dark turns to light,
The oracle will claim their sight,
May fortune be in your favor,
And your bounty shall you savor.
Conor Cleveland Apr 2014
Candles surround the sacred ground,
A circle drawn nice and round,
A Rams horn burns in the fire,
A Crow calls in the distance a lonely desire,
The spirit of souls resonates,
There has been a twist in fates,
In the fire there is a sight,
When the darkened embers fade there will be light.
Conor Cleveland Apr 2014
Coming down from a mountain Oh so high,
The sun is bright in the center of the sky,
Yet I can see the Raven on the lonely branch,
This has only one meaning in this world,
Somebody's time has come to an end,
The cigarette in my teeth is at another bend,
The sky cried that day,
Washing away the grief with its love,
Then that raven turned into a dove.
Conor Cleveland Jan 2014
Another cigarette in my teeth,
With each puff I take the world seems to unravel,
It's just another cold, dark cloudy night,
The same as the last time,
My old self is dead,
I've grown out of my shell to rise to freedom,
This is the start to a new beginning,
Never shall I be weak again I told my  self,
To let this pain rob me of my senses,
I realize now than ever before that I have killed my old self,
Forever more I am stronger,
Forget the past whats coming is so much better,
Till the future arises to golden the hills of the valley of the shadows I walk,
I am no longer the man I used to be,
My old self is dead and I am the murderer.
Conor Cleveland Jul 2013
I always thought you were my friend,
But I can see through your guise,
Your just a lie, like the ones you tell,
It turns out that my whole world is a lie,
But even in this darkest of times,
One can see the truth behind the eyes,
Until then the hallucinations continue.
Conor Cleveland Jul 2013
I always thought you were my friend,
But I can see through your guise,
Your just a lie, like the ones you tell,
It turns out that my whole world is a lie,
But even in this darkest of times,
One can see the truth behind the eyes,
Until then the hallucinations continue.
Conor Cleveland Jul 2013
I always thought you were my friend,
But I can see through your guise,
Your just a lie, like the ones you tell,
It turns out that my whole world is a lie,
But even in this darkest of times,
One can see the truth behind the eyes,
Until then the hallucinations continue.
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