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On The Alter
I'll Never Understand The Moon
That Dictates The Motion Of Blood In My Veins
As It Drains From My Limbs
And Fills My Face And Core Until It Overflows
And Trickles Into A Generous River
That Feeds a Desolate And Longing Peoples Spirit
So They May Have a Hope
While I Lie Dying And Bleeding, Coming To Terms
With The Fact That I Can't Fathom
Why I Let The Moon Do This To Me, anywsys
That Dictates The Motion Of Blood In My Veins
As It Drains From My Limbs
And Fills My Face And Core Until It Overflows
And Trickles Into A Generous River
That Feeds a Desolate And Longing Peoples Spirit
So They May Have a Hope
While I Lie Dying And Bleeding, Coming To Terms
With The Fact That I Can't Fathom
Why I Let The Moon Do This To Me, anywsys
Published 5th Jun 2015
| Edited 18th Jun 2015
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