Feeling
Blinded eyes
Holding
Close their mind
Circulatethe circus
Produce treason
We don't sponsor near
Peaceful loving youth
Shame we are dreaming
Russian Roulette
Sustaind suicide
Upon the naked walls
Do be pushing the children
Who hold full automatics
...And dress in black...
If the boy smiles
Then the pin has been unlocked
Shells fly to touch the sky
Converse through the mud and
Walk with me, Holy Man,
Through space and time
Together, my friend,
We'll turn this forest
Into wine
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you know how much i would love a forest of wine, i dig the symbolisum. the will this boy smile?
love ya.


