Sinking deeper into the hard rock ground
For countless moments we have dug so deep,
Sadly enough, you cannot be found.
Heart of stone, I'd wish to keep.
Earth rumbling, crumbling under my feet
"God," not even he can tell what foe?
That I shall mysteriously meet.
I'm begging you, don't let it be so...
End of earth and back did I call,
on each and every surpassing wrong.
Edge you were on on, about to fall.
Standing here, repeating thy ever lasting song.
My foe my foe, he told my fate.
Purity was lost, it was too late.
A contest entry
- Life Is Beautiful. [Eight Options.] by La Tua Cantante.
545 points, ended March 12, 2008, 29 entries
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