A copper sky,
Angels shed earthly impurities as they ascend to the skies,
Oh I reach out to them and cry,
Abandoned thy not, for it is not I who can fend,
The making of you and me in this twisted blend.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Twisted Blend
A copper sky,
Angels shed earthly impurities as they ascend to the skies,
Oh I reach out to them and cry,
Abandoned thy not, for it is not I who can fend,
The making of you and me in this twisted blend.
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