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Messiah of Souls
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Messiah of Souls |
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Soul Sepulchre Junior Member
since 2003-10-19
Posts 29Tennessee, USA |
Singing lowly, her voice echoes wide Tainted by the scorn and pain of the times But she'll never stop singing as long as she lives For her song is the only hope we all have We never once knew just who she was Playing her out like a goddess above No such thing, for we are all fools Elaborate clay figures layed down too soon Like pawns in a game, she moved us aside Shaping our lives(hearts) to be so bitterly wise Never the less, we all let her go Not realizing the great things that she does Who then, is she, one might ask She is like God, the first and the last She is the force that drives in us deep The figure to whom we all wish to speak Singing lowly, her song never ends She rocks us asleep, her message not sent Live and let live, is all that she says But we ignore her sweet warning, pretending she's dead Oh such a shame found in that terrible lie She is more than just merely alive She is under us, and around us all lays Yet we still don't know just who she is Maybe one day you'll see what I've seen Maybe one day you'll all know it too She is the mother, the messiah of souls Mother Earth, singing so low... Jeremy - |
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Asian Rain Member
since 2003-10-11
Posts 73 |
Sorry I missed this until now. I think this is a really good write, well thought out and well written. This line really caught my eye: "Elaborate clay figures layed down too soon" Nice work on this write! Asia |
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