Sunday, January 19, 2014

The Fallen View

I can't help but say all that i hear
All the motives are crystal clear
All the matches are on strike
And so the fire lost its spike
Everyone stops when it begins
Just to watch as the story spins
Rippling out of control
Never willing to pay the toll
But adore the flaws and give the Grace
All of which I'd not erase
All the cracks that are shown
Will not be forever alone
It's all the cause of another find
Pure perfection will leave one blind
All the compassion for the for the chosen best
True examples of trivial tests
There's not a want to be well
Just to look down on all that's fell

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