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Of Ends To Come |
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geschrieben am: 04.09.2003 um 21:03 Uhr
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Of Ends To Come
smell the flower
while the bloom's still burning red
taste the power
while the body's not rotting dead
beauty dries and crumbles
the dice of future rumbles
and its prediction crushes
all the long gone hushes
whispered in a starry night
under a shining dead starlight
far, so far
the longing touches any star
dead, so dead
everything rots inside my head
the lie of eternity
the lie of trinity
the illusion of feeling
a gear that stops reeling
but time won't stop
it just won't halt
so we harvest our crop
though we see the fault
so we cope and cope
so we hope and hope
but the ending is already there
another broken soul enters the lair
(of despair)
in despair
YOUR END IS THERE
(but am I to care?)
who will care?
about whispers long gone
telling from love and hate
about the ends to come
the one and inevitable fate
pax vobiscum -=Morphos=- |
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