Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Less Pride

You play in the park, under the sun,
All you think about is carrying the fun,
Far away the flight catches you,
Inside those demons are fired craves,

Laughter falls under the deepest sin,
And you'll die learning the life's skin,
Grave beneath the shadow lies,
Of those we trusted and for those we played with our lives,

Help me understand the substance of truth,
No one can run up to the hill to that brute,
For which far away he threw his baggage,
There was nothing left but an uncalled handle,

Wonder lusted years, glory moment,
Washed away under the seas currents,
For whom you died never felt the hunger,
For which you have not pulled down your mighty thunder.

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