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Contributed by
andthefoolshallburn
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Wednesday, 20th October 2004 @ 02:16:50 PM in AEST
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Don't count on me, because the numbers aren't enough, and your pledges don't mean a thing. When the drama becomes this sacred court, you will reign as queen.
You only pick up the knife when my back is open, but I never turned it on you. You stepped out of my line of sight and used my funeral as a parade. As my body burns, you will bathe in the smoke and ash, and as I pass out of existence, you will pull me back in with insincere apologies.
Horns and hands, claws at the ready. I fall to gaze at your perfection and await your deadly strike. Oh how I wish it would come, so I would no longer be tempted and you wouldn't be bothered. I worship the ground you walk on and the dirt you treat me like, as I feel you deserve it. I adore you for no apparent reason.
You wait on me to come around...
Well, don't count on me, because I'll always be negative one to you.
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