A flash of lightning
A bolt of thunder
The room is ablaze
With the sight of colors
On the walls on the floor
There’s blood and gore
Smell the fear in the air
You’ve walked right into his lair
See the mirror in front of you
What do you see?
The beast you are
Or the angel you wish to be?
Sunday, September 11, 2005
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3 comments:
Nice.
To answer the question: I am both. I know you dont care.
You are putting words in my mouth. Sounds sleazy and terrible. Never figured what it meant. Rude interpretations welcome
Seriously good one man..
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