Sickening bolts of time,
freezing on the spot.
Dwelling in unopened bliss,
of how long they've got.
If they knew the truth
of something so divine.
Everyday of their life
would be a special time.
To the few mysterious souls
who know their days well.
Number them to prevent
the opening of your hell.
freezing on the spot.
Dwelling in unopened bliss,
of how long they've got.
If they knew the truth
of something so divine.
Everyday of their life
would be a special time.
To the few mysterious souls
who know their days well.
Number them to prevent
the opening of your hell.
Written Sept 16th 07
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