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Sunday
Contributed by
Amicus
on
Tuesday, 19th August 2008 @ 05:12:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Sunday is a black day
Today the clouds cry rain
Today we all know pain
Sunday is a Black day
Sunday is a Black day
A day where it all ends
A day hope never begins
Where nothing at all can comfort you
Where Black pain falls from the hearts of few
But everyone can feel it harden their hearts
But everyone can feel it tear them apart
Sunday is a Black day
To wash away all of the sinful lies
To wash away the sickening flies
That lay their eggs in beautiful minds
That make it the answer never to find
Sunday is a Black day
The few that stand against these lies
The few must their own face disguise
Futile to fight the Masters own needs
Futile to bite the hand that feeds
Sunday is a Black day
Today is my Sunday
Sunday is everyday
Copyright ©
Amicus
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2008-08-19 05:12:31] (Date/Time posted on
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