O LORD MY TEARS
SO SILENT FALLING
EVERY HOPE AND DREAM
NOT DAWNING
ALL OF CRUELTY HAS BEEN GATHERED
AND RAMMED INTO MY SOUL.
THE ROARING HEAVENS NOW DEMANDING
MEEKNESS FROM MY SPIRIT STANDING
BUT I AM A KING OF DANCING WORDS
AS THE HORROR LIFE CURTAILS
INTO A FRENZY MAD AND GRASPING
ONLY INNOCENCE IS EVERLASTING.
THIS BEAUTY LORD DONT TELL ME SO
WAS NOT MEASURED FOR SUCH A THROW
AS THE DEVIL STOOD BEGUILING
THE INKSTAND AT HIS FEET.
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