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the night the moon first threw a shadow across my heart
I shook my fist at god,
amongst the flint and stone of my world,
can’t find your arms.
margaret in the night sky so very far away,
further tomorrow,
on the cross of yet another day,
no end to the embers of your memory,
the burning.
I shook my fist at god,
amongst the flint and stone of my world,
can’t find your arms.
margaret in the night sky so very far away,
further tomorrow,
on the cross of yet another day,
no end to the embers of your memory,
the burning.
Published 9th Dec 2012
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10th Dec 2012 9:13pm
So few words with such a heavy message. I can say that I've had my fair share of shaking my fist at God...
8th Mar 2013 7:29am
