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Merely
covered, they seek a pattern to fit with
in illness, like within the last bottle
to throttle the conscience in witness
and fulfill your promise to witches
and under this autonomous wicker man
we stand, still sicker than glowing candles
throw the light upon the canvas
the fire is wanting of its soul-mate
the sunset carries a zealousness
all while babes catch up with sheep
lips perched, a prayer softly slipped
keep these souls, and nothing else
in illness, like within the last bottle
to throttle the conscience in witness
and fulfill your promise to witches
and under this autonomous wicker man
we stand, still sicker than glowing candles
throw the light upon the canvas
the fire is wanting of its soul-mate
the sunset carries a zealousness
all while babes catch up with sheep
lips perched, a prayer softly slipped
keep these souls, and nothing else
Published 5th Apr 2013
| Edited 8th Apr 2013
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