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Crashing beat of the heart Each movement A step toward transcendent madness That smells of Fresh Oak Look out on the solider like clouds Their bayonets reflecting the high sun Smiles upon their blood splattered faces Burning homes with the children of the ****** Placing their dinner ware still atop their table Flag waving for a country that has forgotten them Disemboweled them Forced them to see & touch & smell Death A father figure No one Ever asked for Feel the cool wind blow Upon the trout filled pond Father unpacks our fishing gear As the yellow sun Peaks around the mountains rear Yes' A scream from underneath the water The dead rise to rise to the sky Each rock an eye A finger The soft supple lips of A once living woman Charcoal burning in the eyes of God And the Devil Each angel Clipping their wings Adjusting their souls For battle We have used the church seats For a signaling fire To the heavens The mob is no longer happy With their own created Digital age We are more alone Then we've ever been The knock on the door Is not that of a friend But of a past enemy Long thought to be dead Let him in. Let him in. Let him in. See what You Are made of Why should I be good? If you turn the other cheek And take who I love Away? How is Your wisdom Your answer For my pain? The vastness That You encompass Makes me snarl in my sleep At my powerlessness And my Jealousy Faith is a five letter word Dipped in deceit & Desire & blindness But the beauty of it all The burning rose The white picket fence One's first true feeling of love Those are Your gifts To hide what you have in store; The bet Where you stand to gain Clarinet call Trumpet blast Baseness of eternity A river runs through your fingers As You take the ones you want And leave the one's you do not Left to wander hoping to find You Though You are already gone The pace of the packs Has picked up in the desert Short on water They look to the sky for help Cloudless Infinite & Blue They start to weep The Vanishing Hope Crying Until every tear Is Dried Up
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 3:44 AM UTC
Let Yourself In
Crashing beat of the heart Each movement A step toward transcendent madness That smells of Fresh Oak Look out on the solider like clouds Their bayonets reflecting the high sun Smiles upon their blood splattered faces Burning homes with the children of the ****** Placing their dinner ware still atop their table Flag waving for a country that has forgotten them Disemboweled them Forced them to see & touch & smell Death A father figure No one Ever asked for Feel the cool wind blow Upon the trout filled pond Father unpacks our fishing gear As the yellow sun Peaks around the mountains rear Yes' A scream from underneath the water The dead rise to rise to the sky Each rock an eye A finger The soft supple lips of A once living woman Charcoal burning in the eyes of God And the Devil Each angel Clipping their wings Adjusting their souls For battle We have used the church seats For a signaling fire To the heavens The mob is no longer happy With their own created Digital age We are more alone Then we've ever been The knock on the door Is not that of a friend But of a past enemy Long thought to be dead Let him in. Let him in. Let him in. See what You Are made of Why should I be good? If you turn the other cheek And take who I love Away? How is Your wisdom Your answer For my pain? The vastness That You encompass Makes me snarl in my sleep At my powerlessness And my Jealousy Faith is a five letter word Dipped in deceit & Desire & blindness But the beauty of it all The burning rose The white picket fence One's first true feeling of love Those are Your gifts To hide what you have in store; The bet Where you stand to gain Clarinet call Trumpet blast Baseness of eternity A river runs through your fingers As You take the ones you want And leave the one's you do not Left to wander hoping to find You Though You are already gone The pace of the packs Has picked up in the desert Short on water They look to the sky for help Cloudless Infinite & Blue They start to weep The Vanishing Hope Crying Until every tear Is Dried Up
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ashby-brown
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 3:44 AM UTC
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