Friday, 8 August 2008


So, we'll know tomorrow.
What's there left to fear?
My spirit, anaesthetized by time,
has already let you go.

Anything's better than this limbo,
it's time to stop singing
Deception's sweet lullaby.

Peel away the putrid veil
and restore the bleeding inner eye.

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