Wednesday, November 24, 2010

My God, Hot Desolation

My God, Hot Desolation
Razors Clear, Breezes Of The Desolation Within
Pushing The Night I Continued
You Can Pass Up Your Girls
Don't Be Left By Faces Again
Where All Fires Arrive, On An Integrity Such As This
And All Too Soon The Everyones Turn To Cry
And You Decided To Diminish

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