**** your unbecoming
Rant Like a child
Saying things far less mild
Feeding Soliloquy
Deep within the WillowTree
Keeping the third-eye satiated
Blackened remorse as we follow the course
Of the mare, riding into oblivion
Set with the setting sun
Break with the wind
Somber up immortality
Lessened by your falsities
We all believe in something
But it doesn't mean we're right
We all believe in something
I'm sure we'll learn to fight
"Blessed are the ignorant,"
Is a line I'll never say
For "ignorance is bliss"
Is a lie so far away
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
**** your unbecoming
Rant Like a child
Saying things far less mild
Feeding Soliloquy
Deep within the WillowTree
Keeping the third-eye satiated
Blackened remorse as we follow the course
Of the mare, riding into oblivion
Set with the setting sun
Break with the wind
Somber up immortality
Lessened by your falsities
We all believe in something
But it doesn't mean we're right
We all believe in something
I'm sure we'll learn to fight
"Blessed are the ignorant,"
Is a line I'll never say
For "ignorance is bliss"
Is a lie so far away
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