Celebration for the devil's deprivation
for the speeded aftermath of the hangover's painful lesson.
Lust for the dust the browbeaten and the hurt
inflicted, undertook, thrown away and cured.
Fire
for the pain the power the desire
the rewired ire the smoked sacrifice
of a dire life.
Solace
for the green fields of home
the stretch to the end
the truth becomes real in my eyes.
Friday, December 19, 2008
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1 Comments:
Dude just where is home??
2008 has bought u closer to the real deal eh??
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