| bad poetry i had laying around in my head |
[May. 13th, 2002|12:19 pm]
Nchanter
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they say i love less because i love more
they say that i am damned to hell for
what feels so very natural to me.
there are eyes and spies all around
try and drag my spirits to the ground
'cause they don't like what they see.
fell a chill to the bone
guess i should have known
that persicution would come too quick
and i now know almost too well
that doing what i want shall
put me in the midst of a scandle that's thick |
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