, 22 2006 . 01:30
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Effete mother is crying
Curling dust swallows way
Throats are barking and lieing
Spitting and spewing on fey
Billions of stones are thrown
Childish voices send curse
Sometimes the ash turns to bones
Sometimes it can be much worse
Butchers with smiles of reptiles
Tears the back flesh apart
Touches of wood - just like fire
Acid of pain burns in heart
Prophets have nothing to say
One also cracked his own neck
Nameless is watching away
Sitting on cross over back
Trembling mother can't pray
Nails are tasting sweet meet
One is above all today
Saving this blind, damned breed ,
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