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I walked and spoke in whispers and prayed for kingdom come our mothers removed our splinters and begged not to come undone We wandered wished and savored a man had come and gone our fragile bones were withered bleached by fractured sun I came I saw I cowered heard rumors of holy storms set fire to the stables in hopes of staying warm Lost once more in twisted paths witness'd angels been reborn step'd softly past the prostrate men souls unbent, untorn Gleaming through the crooked cracks upon the whetted wall testimonies of ancient stars condemning those creatures that crawl We bent our backs we tied our knots we toiled for daily bread with eyes downcast and humbled tongues we sanctified our dead Now retire into the depths from whence we came before with penance paid and duty done we fight off sleep no more.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
This May Become a Song at Some Point
I walked and spoke in whispers and prayed for kingdom come our mothers removed our splinters and begged not to come undone We wandered wished and savored a man had come and gone our fragile bones were withered bleached by fractured sun I came I saw I cowered heard rumors of holy storms set fire to the stables in hopes of staying warm Lost once more in twisted paths witness'd angels been reborn step'd softly past the prostrate men souls unbent, untorn Gleaming through the crooked cracks upon the whetted wall testimonies of ancient stars condemning those creatures that crawl We bent our backs we tied our knots we toiled for daily bread with eyes downcast and humbled tongues we sanctified our dead Now retire into the depths from whence we came before with penance paid and duty done we fight off sleep no more.
jake-espinoza
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
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