How I am injured,
at the sanctity of man,.
How are we hindered,
by the rarity, we can
We see a light,
corrupted by us,
we need a brighter slight,
where sacredness is a must.
Rarely it's seen,
a man living by his dreams,
liars abundant,
but never the dreams.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
How I am injured,
at the sanctity of man,.
How are we hindered,
by the rarity, we can
We see a light,
corrupted by us,
we need a brighter slight,
where sacredness is a must.
Rarely it's seen,
a man living by his dreams,
liars abundant,
but never the dreams.
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