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April 22, 2008
clearest april
the sweetness in is the prayers
and just when feel like I'm dried up
it's the days that we don't think that matter
that mean everything
I can't continue ignoring the growing icon
He's written the words on my heart
and I'm seeing this picture for all its glory
the faithless chords have no voice
in spaceless halls they make a choice
dearest Angels as you descend
please let the antipathy come to an end
for there's so much to believe
and there are so many so deceived
make a stand and heed the call
the lukewarm will finally fall
and where will I be?
in white rooms, with white sheets
the light is white
and the look on your face
can't be adequately explained
not in this world
not in this place
Posted by nemov at April 22, 2008 9:46 PM
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