January 27, 2006

• Inside the garden of blossomed sorrows

  
  

  Away from shadowed, tempting voices

  
  

  Here they find the young lies blind,

  
  

  Corrupted by façades and labels

  
  

  Trapped inside the metal cradles

  
  

  Surrounded by flesh, vanity abound

  
  

  Only then shall true nature resound

  
  

   

  
  

  Away from the hills and skies of home

  
  

  Farther the sights and sounds well known

  
  

  Beginning anew to erase the past

  
  

  Often though the memoirs still last

  
  

   

  
  

  Reunite the earth with wind,

  
  

  Souls with no wings shan’t crumble within;

  
  

  Banish wrathful tides of hell,

  
  

  Where vanquished souls of ill shall quell;

  
  

  Save them not a cursed fate,

  
  

  For those of which time’s yet to place

  
  

   

  
  

  So say if I see you ne’er

  
  

  In this place or the next,

  
  

  Recall the path that brought us here;

  
  

  Wreak not the havoc to vex

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