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Sunday, February 22, 2009

Mercenaries


Sick of seeing demons
holding hands with child
can't breathe 
whispers 

Calm down anger rumbles
all will awake with apprehension

Tilt down no more grass will cultivate
calling angels mercenaries in the snow

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