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crown of clay
Contributed by
lostrelic
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Monday, 6th February 2006 @ 12:53:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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As usual another voice in the crowd
this timeless sea of ****
i proclaime myself king this pile seems fit
hand carve my thrown i can rule from it
Ruler of one and i can not obey myself
destruction fit my crown of clay
to design as i protray
at this you all are prey
Nothing ever goes my way
want even more not to care
age creeping grey in my hair
body aching my muscles easly tear
I call to you oh fellow kings
rulers of your own mind
what is the treasure you seek to find
dragging your conscious those shackles that bind
Silence grows in this sea
to much talk of hate
filling the airways to much on our plate
trying to hide from this thing called fate
This voice to much to hold this bottle will burst
trying not to listen but only wanting to scream
is this a nightmare can this be a dream
no this is life it is what it seems
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2006-02-06 12:53:16] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: crown of clay
(User Rating: 1 ) by NoSaint on
Monday, 6th February 2006 @ 03:23:57 PM AEST (User
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well done
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