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    Crusiam says (30 May '10)

    Distant thunder O' Spacious Skies
    This feeling of euphoria
    Don't mean to ignoria you
    Heady laughter to my brain
    Let's me know I'm quite insane
    'Twas a wonder a waift of dare
    That led me into great despair
    Dancing Bear I lay in wait
    What led me to untimely fate?
    My pettiest ponder of courtliest yonder
    Of time in fate, divide my take
    Truest form arise with dawn
    Take me to my trusted fawn
    My gruelest take I'd lie in wait
    Forever worn I'd sit in scorn
    Revenge is in my heart
    I'd lie in thirst
    Thrust in hurt
    Of how I came to be
    As day's go by I tried to cry
    The tear's they would'nt come
    The ridicule of how much greater
    The narrow is to wide
    The war within is bursting out
    Of grace I cannot hide
    The truest touch of trust and love
    Could set my heart to rest
    The wretched bitch, offset my pitch
    She robbed my princely nest
    Now hate and scorn are ribs I've worn
    To die is just distaste
    Scorn subside's inside
    Of wretched hurt, of pain, of loss
    I want to live my life
    My death it seem's would only mean
    I lost,
    but I was'nt playing

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Submitted by Crusiam
on Sun, 05/30/2010 - 12:05am

Distant thunder O' Spacious Skies
This feeling of euphoria
Don't mean to ignoria you
Heady laughter to my brain
Let's me know I'm quite insane
'Twas a wonder a waift of dare
That led me into great despair
Dancing Bear I lay in wait
What led me to untimely fate?
My pettiest ponder of courtliest yonder
Of time in fate, divide my take
Truest form arise with dawn
Take me to my trusted fawn
My gruelest take I'd lie in wait
Forever worn I'd sit in scorn
Revenge is in my heart
I'd lie in thirst
Thrust in hurt
Of how I came to be
As day's go by I tried to cry
The tear's they would'nt come
The ridicule of how much greater
The narrow is to wide
The war within is bursting out
Of grace I cannot hide
The truest touch of trust and love
Could set my heart to rest
The wretched bitch, offset my pitch
She robbed my princely nest
Now hate and scorn are ribs I've worn
To die is just distaste
Scorn subside's inside
Of wretched hurt, of pain, of loss
I want to live my life
My death it seem's would only mean
I lost,
but I was'nt playing

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