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I remember when this world was formed. I danced with the sun and you danced with the moon and the stars danced around this newborn celebrating her beauty and magnificence. The sun glowed through my skin projecting streams onto the Himalayas. The red became blue and pure as the dusty water creeped through granite ledges and Crushed ice-bergs. Our hair soaked with dew glided with the wind and planted into the earth spreading our life your beauty and my strength. The song you sang made beings rise from clay to hear your wonder. I remember your sorrow when the killing began, my rage was a desease infecting them with blood lust. That terrified time your cancer formed from thier smoke, their hatred, their hardness. Were the tears for them for me too? The offspring I tainted with sorrow? Tommorow I will burn them with vengeance for my guilt, I will ******* them and remove thier sustainence! Stay my hand my love, I still love my broken children. Soothe me with your music may we be happy once again.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 5:22 AM UTC
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I remember when this world was formed. I danced with the sun and you danced with the moon and the stars danced around this newborn celebrating her beauty and magnificence. The sun glowed through my skin projecting streams onto the Himalayas. The red became blue and pure as the dusty water creeped through granite ledges and Crushed ice-bergs. Our hair soaked with dew glided with the wind and planted into the earth spreading our life your beauty and my strength. The song you sang made beings rise from clay to hear your wonder. I remember your sorrow when the killing began, my rage was a desease infecting them with blood lust. That terrified time your cancer formed from thier smoke, their hatred, their hardness. Were the tears for them for me too? The offspring I tainted with sorrow? Tommorow I will burn them with vengeance for my guilt, I will ******* them and remove thier sustainence! Stay my hand my love, I still love my broken children. Soothe me with your music may we be happy once again.
cry-sebastian
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cry-sebastian
South African
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 5:22 AM UTC
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