something rampant
By whisperer
words and thoughts and natures call
judgement discarded and pure source divorce us all
deftly typing your phonetic might forever
let it bleed into seed and devils lost together
what creates the forces pain
distant past and lightless rain
even still you all drive me insane
i cant belive hurts to breathe and all in my name
do you kill or die or fail to make the call unless youre best when suppressed
are you here at all
antichrist in the light of lyrical wrong or right
i may be gone song but my grip is tight
we may not be what the world knows in safety but deny or defial at mile
after mile the drive leaves us bare
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© 2008 whisperer
Published on Sunday, February 17, 2008.
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