And it is like rains in the fields, my laughter scorns
And my heart fills the trenches
If justice rings, I shall ring the bell
Tornadoes come and go
Yet storms are forever
Behold the whiskey bottle in its highest altitude
Lying here beside the rose on my bed
I see pain in death
But only in my imagination
The wait on my wealth is determined
I see the weariness in your widow
The breast of the heart beats entirely
Oh Las Vegas...the most dangerous place
Are you desperate to be exposed?
For your naked secrets aren't safe with me
I want to expose them all
When we love, do we love hard?
In a rainbow of suspicion I am fair
The casualties of being human
Is not utter tradition
For we are all safe in our lies...
Lies that can be captivated
In the eyes of a stranger
Let the rose bleed her tears unto thee,
For thee has the sweetest smell
For the smell of lies are contagious
And the death of eternity
Falls on this city
Immortal beings are at stake
From one youth to another,
Are you ready to die?
For the only death is revealing
Twas the woman in the white chariot
That died this Sunday;
For Sunday is a disturbing day
Oh capture a rose that has no garden
For we are all safe in our lies.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 8th, 2024 04:09
- Category: Unclassified
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