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A Waiting list
When time looks between the eyes
I see a stranger walking next to my doorstep.
I hear a knock and a bang, but when I open the door i see nothing, but the war fighting and the fire burning i can hear the flames crumble under beneath me.
The smell of that smoky bliss.
when I am lost beyond the footsteps of my own fear I begin to hide while the pressure of my bloody hart bleeds deeply into my white and pale skin, but when time comes I will see a light of an angel pick me up and i will see that one person I called god.
I can hear him now but I begin to tremble with fear but only my footsteps can lead me to the map where i will one day find.
I see a stranger walking next to my doorstep.
I hear a knock and a bang, but when I open the door i see nothing, but the war fighting and the fire burning i can hear the flames crumble under beneath me.
The smell of that smoky bliss.
when I am lost beyond the footsteps of my own fear I begin to hide while the pressure of my bloody hart bleeds deeply into my white and pale skin, but when time comes I will see a light of an angel pick me up and i will see that one person I called god.
I can hear him now but I begin to tremble with fear but only my footsteps can lead me to the map where i will one day find.
Published 9th May 2013
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