A thousand fires raged in the valley of my heart,
burned the orchards to cinder
A hundred rivers flooded the plains of my soul,
drowned the good harvest
Ten thousand warriors destroyed my ego's fortress,
took the women and butchered the knights
They led me away in chains
The money-changers cast me out of the Temple,
You are within me,
and that is enough to break this prison
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
A thousand fires raged in the valley of my heart,
burned the orchards to cinder
A hundred rivers flooded the plains of my soul,
drowned the good harvest
Ten thousand warriors destroyed my ego's fortress,
took the women and butchered the knights
They led me away in chains
The money-changers cast me out of the Temple,
You are within me,
and that is enough to break this prison
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