Monday, October 24, 2011

Behind Closed doors

Behind closed doors goes a secret untold, latched uptight hidden from the world.
Where blood was shed to feed innocent men rests only a faint odor of their unrest. So as time winds by and the night observes her right she brings back to life what lay dead. So that they may see what we callously see and tread inhibited by threat. They play their tune and celebrate for the night is theirs they reiterate ; they ring they call their forgotten brothers beckon them all. But they all just fall in place cause the plane they once evaded is now just a passing phase

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