The barren womb
No tiny hands to catch the sun Years of wait turns a bitter tale Where the desert long for a single drop They stand in silence, all alone Like a rain that hangs within the cloud…
No tiny hands to catch the sun Years of wait turns a bitter tale Where the desert long for a single drop They stand in silence, all alone Like a rain that hangs within the cloud…
In her chamber of deceit she glow Demure in her red crystal ball She smells of berry and pines as she empty her Majestically she sat, waiting for her victim A toast and another…
Put your ears down and listen The gong and the drum beats loud. Sending messages across far distance He who have ears should hear and learn Fill up your void before it falls…
On the tall walls they stood Loud and wide the message of freedom echoes Before them in the outside their attires white as snow But beneath the walls are wolves in sheep…
Her arms wide opened In her warmth my skin finds her comfort Her path is known to me A shield in storm and rain She had known me from my cradle days And had known my name even…
The world is loud, filled with rushing wheels Noises of spear and trumpet of war Chaos rise from all our chase In search of something called content But peace isn't found in…
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