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The fire
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The fire |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Tonight's the living Where is the fued? Come over the side Where there is no time. Oh hurry, hurry Please come down to see. Tonight's the living Here are the few. You sit and seek For nothing is sure. Tonight is coming After so long. Come close, come here I wish I were you. Tonight is coming Where is the feud? I see the heartache For I rarely understand. Under canopies Of graveyard flowers. Under hellstones That keep me alive. I'm kicking, I'm running too wild Where is the fire? |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
loved the last verse of this---had a frenzied feel that I could really relate too. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Michael G..... That last verse grabbed me, also... Nice writing....I like your style! Your words become music to my soul...... |
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