Fri, 10/25/2013 - 22:46 -- Keuket


There's a thing to be said and to be heard

About the complete destruction of faith

When the absolute last sigh has been blurred

When none take notice of the glimpsing wraith

Rust crumbles the golden statue to dust

There is no one left in the wooden pew

But rebuilding is a must so we must

Because anything else we cannot do

Rebirth is only achieved in absence

In the devastating lack of a hope

Then is when we create a new essence

It's a time to emotionally cope

Futures unfold in a golden spin

We'll be the happiest we've ever been


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