The blind witness is at the door.
Contributed by
lostrelic
on
Monday, 4th May 2009 @ 05:06:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I am walking with a train wreck of illusions that seem to follow,its creeping to the midnight sky.
Pushing it's thoughts of worldly disorder, a not so distant reality if the tracks stay the same coarse.
There is no political solution, just empty leaders speaking rainbow colored lies.
Seeding threw the standards, deeming themselves right.
All about the material, the chrome in the garage.
Forgive me if i seem out of line, but the crowds frighten the child inside.
Worming about threw the rot, cleaning all that has died.
The thrasher is in the fields, collecting the lost.
Planting chaos with symbols of the cross.
Forgetting reality or the world within,
noting to lose if you have nothing to win.
But everything keeps turning, the show must go on!
The morning sky will follow, after the sight of dawn.
The sky will follow, even if the sun is gone..
The wheel keeps on turning, even if the ends all wrong.
Unlike the piper,
i whistle my tune,
words are my notes,
syllables are my key's.
Playing in the garden, the one that got away.
One rotten apple will not spoil the day.
the sun will shine,
it will not spoil the day.
We will not follow,
the day starts tomorrow,
we will only play,
its already started today.
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lostrelic
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2009-05-04 17:06:02] (Date/Time posted on
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