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The Bitter Taste of Victory (be warned it's long)
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The Bitter Taste of Victory (be warned it's long) |
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Earl Robertson Senior Member
since 2008-01-21
Posts 753BC, Canada |
Bitter Taste of Victory Darkest Night Brightest Day Greyest Eve Simple Morn Run fool run Hide fool hide Round the bushes In the stream Charge down the Endless path Have no fear Of Endless wrath Now there’s a darkness A cold wasteland near A horrid rotten stinking Of corpses and of fear Die fool die Hide fool hide Sigh in shadows Such ironic relief Screw friendship Halt darkness Stop pain Never was a man To stand long in the rain Here’s a moment lighted A flash in the cooking pan Hold on to the light Become a burning man For those who Burn compassion Are heroes Great indeed So a moment too late Or a moment too soon Screw friendship Take love, to die or to swoon Darkest Night Brightest Day Greyest Eve Simple Morn There’s a hand to be held An arm lifted high A simple lovers whisper Which can’t form the words Good Bye Screw Friendship Screw Honor The promises few A few words unspoken A few deeds left to do So laugh like a harpy Strike like a snake The wrong reasons sometimes Are the ones you must take It’s over now, just started A moment too late The bitter taste of victory And the promises of fate So speak words to your darling Never now forget Screw friendship, take power Take love or take regret Darkest Night Brightest Day Greyest Eve Simple Morn There’s a better Way than shadows Black a better grey A million simpler tongues Than any wise man hopes to say Run fool run Take all as you will Smile brother smile Learn truth without your guile Darkest Night Brightest Day Greyest Eve Simple Morn A bitter sweet Victory And a love by which we’re torn My melancholy is purely my own |
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