The spike.

Tue, 01/07/2014 - 10:39 -- LydiaH

I came as courageously as you
Had left the spike on the table.

Where is the war I so sought for
When coming here? When coming here?
the Blood of Fathers run through my veins
Of many years? Through the years?

Black and blue my voice rang true
To the sovereing land that was too tall to hold my hand.

I close my eyes and see light of blood after
Bloodlust and bloodbath and and and.

She is a fool to live here, with that,
nobody knows, nose.
My home is sovereing,
Blue and red lace doilies.
Pathetic cringing teeth that
Crach and caress the colors.

Beauty of rolling hills, dost though forget they masterpiece of


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