You see my friend there is season to it all even when the simple silent sparrow doth fall swiftly to ground
So is the writing on the wall.
It was foretold
Cast into the wind no heartless sin
So fret not thyself of evil doers,neither be thou envious.
Bear witness. My soul has fled. Silver pieces they simge my palm as lead young.still hot from crucible.
STILL
my.spirit cries out
The ravings of the moonstruck loon.
Shackles as adornmet they follow me as suckling child.
And the twisted path leads me on.to.stumble me
Humbled
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
You see my friend there is season to it all even when the simple silent sparrow doth fall swiftly to ground
So is the writing on the wall.
It was foretold
Cast into the wind no heartless sin
So fret not thyself of evil doers,neither be thou envious.
Bear witness. My soul has fled. Silver pieces they simge my palm as lead young.still hot from crucible.
STILL
my.spirit cries out
The ravings of the moonstruck loon.
Shackles as adornmet they follow me as suckling child.
And the twisted path leads me on.to.stumble me
Humbled
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