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July 29 Inverted MeYes! the sun shined like she just gave birth to something,
Something so powerfull, something thats all light.
The inverted me, startled with hope,between hell and will,
Then came the blasphemy, that was bottled in for a while
Sweet pain, holy death, and the crimson blood, religeous kill.
Pathetic to the inverted me, passionate to the circus town,
Why then are you still inhaling the sin, and exhaling the dead?
Now those are questions, with answers, no sacred scribe
No pontif's wiggling tail, no paper that bleeds and no one to lend.
Bend here and kiss his feet, raise there and slit his throat.
So inverted, so inverted, it smells of burning flesh,
So inverted, so inverted, it hails when they will finish. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://clairvoyance0.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EEF7A97ABCB78C3A!314.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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