morning bird
awakened to our sins
stripped from the clear light
and forced into shadows
the keepers of secrets
the holders of silence
trapped beneath the marching of soldiered feet
across barren land
empty and bitter to our decline
for they yield no worth
for when reality strikes back
with its venomous teeth, ripe with treason
sun spread wings shall soar
above dark mountain tops
only to land again in darkness
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
morning bird
awakened to our sins
stripped from the clear light
and forced into shadows
the keepers of secrets
the holders of silence
trapped beneath the marching of soldiered feet
across barren land
empty and bitter to our decline
for they yield no worth
for when reality strikes back
with its venomous teeth, ripe with treason
sun spread wings shall soar
above dark mountain tops
only to land again in darkness
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