Monday, March 23, 2015


Your Broken windows
Ashes falling like snow.
Take a bow!
For this place in ruins
Decieveing is your game.
Lying is your right hand man...
Screaming souls can me heard from the ground.
Sleepless and lifeless as they are;
You have gone to far.
Rattles of chains.
Ring for the next centuries,
But we will rise from the ashes. 
We will heal from the slashes.
You will burn along with the rest!
Returning from the dust of which you
Came from.
Light up the sky!
Light your riches!
Light your torches!
For the flame will never dim,
Nor will it be put out.
Your soul will rest in the dark 
For all eternity. 


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