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No Angel

The higher I get the lower I feel

Saturday, December 31. 2005
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The End

We're crying in the death of shadows
Our lonely darken sky
Riding hope and fear and sorrows
Of the ancient Paradise

Clear the fog of preaching eyes
Of the blurring menace lie
Craving for the blinded death
Of the monsters left alive

Now, that bugs are not in danger
We are nothing else at all
Cause we kill and lie and threaten
Those who try to save our soul

In the desert left of anger
Crying shadows on your wish
Dreaming wasn't left from Heaven,
It was pledged in our dreams

Climbing, our fever tenses
Higher weaker we would get
Cause the flying ice world leader
Wasn't praying for the best

In the roaming of disaster
Crying, screaming, laughing thoughts
Won't be heard in rivers after,
After nothing, all is Death.

Posted by IcyNoAngel in Poetry
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