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With Ashy Wings Thou Shall Fly |
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geschrieben am: 02.09.2003 um 14:01 Uhr
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.:With:Ashy:Wings:Thou:Shall:Fly:.
Memories wither to dust
like paintings set on fire
burnt by passionate desire
Time erased by simple lust
Black smoke engulfs my eyes
thirsty from crying in pain
My body shivers and sighs
letting only the rage remain
Burning my grey spirit to ashes
Eyes in which insanity flashes
with the only color left
The red of a love bereft
Let him who has understanding
be shown the way of mending
a sickness derivated from live
a sickness for man to survive
For I did stride the threshold
searching for love to unfold
For I did glide into the mystery
of pain suffered in history
If I was to teach all of you now
If I was able to escape somehow
Unwise it would be to utter a word
Unlucky for me trying to catch a bird
Of the eternal, the entirely absurd
within a cage of impure mortal thought
Shaped by a mind faded and blurred
No, from my ashes you shall be taught
blessed be - .:Morphos:.
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geschrieben am: 02.09.2003 um 18:51 Uhr
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All hail Morphos!
Wirklich tolle Arbeit, hat mich sehr berührt.
//Al |
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