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Your
heart, my friend, is full of greed,
You
seem to smile in a farfetched key.
And
visions you see must all be bad,
'Cause
you're convinced life is already had.
I
believe you could reach into man's deepest part.
I
know you can remove the good from a man's best heart -
A
devil riding upon a silver-laced cart.
Satan
so evil, satan so bad,
Goodness
is something you never had.
Go
with the winds and sing with the dead,
And
show your skin as a deep lusty red.
Set
your fires about your throne,
Set
your fires in the midst of our homes.
Alight
your flames upon your lonely sea.
Alight
your flames, sit,
And wait for me.
Loneliness
White curtains on the
window to decorate the
over-tolerated outer
scene. The chair before
the window that has been
sat in too much
and too long. One person
dwindling behind the
voice of another. And
both knowing they are
each alive.
One, is all but two. |
