Sunday, March 24, 2013


Is this nothingness a bore
Will it last forevermore
Every path will be eight-fold
Married to the biting cold
Every collar tells a different side
With different laws in which they abide
The static will fill the space
Continuing after the masked face
Delighted in the darkest sense
Isolated in the past tense
Bring your bitterness to the shore
Bring to light thoughts once ignored
The same ideas came to light
Start the (R)evolution over night
Are we lost in this losing game
in the end it's all the same
In the end the leather will break
Can it contain all it will make

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