And moist conscience too
Cannot deter us from this
Path of wanton hate.
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And moist conscience too
Cannot deter us from this
Path of wanton hate.
Path of wanton hate
Heedlessly begs for a snap.
Flailing from the thread
Palusot!!!
Flailing from the thread,
A tenuous grasp of my
Fading sanity.
Fading sanity
Washed away in the waters,
Oh! I can now think!
Oh! I can now think
Of the things that I never
Did when you were here.
Did, when you were here
Illogical sound reasons
Made it more worthwhile.
Made it more worthwhile
Laying in your arms that night
Thinking of your friend.
thinking of your friend,
that one who always cared most.
your friend 'till the end
Your friend till the end
Uncompromising truth told
Childhood memories
Childhood memories
Catalogued like a phonebook--
Pages of yellow
pages of yellow
moth wings crumbling, shimmery
dust of final flights
Dust of final flights
Dissipating into the
Air where we just were.
Air where we just were
Stinks like a furry wombat.
Who brought the horse in?