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Twisted Glory
No matter how the sky falls,
There are still voices that call.
Trapped in undesire,
Hearts desperate for a fire.
The world tangled in time.
The lonely thoughts aren't mine.
The deepest cut is faded glory,
Wrapped nicely, but no story.
Water falls like an eye,
I feel it fill this soul of mine.
I stand above the forgotten,
Telling them, they aren't rotten.
I give them something to desire.
I am the one who lights the fire.
I hold a book, I've written the story.
Look at me, in my twisted glory.
There are still voices that call.
Trapped in undesire,
Hearts desperate for a fire.
The world tangled in time.
The lonely thoughts aren't mine.
The deepest cut is faded glory,
Wrapped nicely, but no story.
Water falls like an eye,
I feel it fill this soul of mine.
I stand above the forgotten,
Telling them, they aren't rotten.
I give them something to desire.
I am the one who lights the fire.
I hold a book, I've written the story.
Look at me, in my twisted glory.
Published 27th Feb 2014
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