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The choose of Song Seven(not mine, though thine?)

The dancer in the midnight ruin(ed)
Confessed, depressed, and dead too soon
We weep distressed
Still less confessed
We’ll give our best this afternoon

In rows we walk, as white as chalk
At two o’clock, but locked our hearts
In rose- red, blood- black holes of war
Your heart a graveyard baby...

And so lets pray as says the priest
And said and led to worthless earth
Poor Christian’s eye
As loved ones die
Caged in garages, 30 years leased.

For thee we pray oh sinner sun
For thee oh suicidial son
For both of thou
In rows we go
In burning heat
We dig- you’ll grow.

In rows we walk, as white as chalk
At two and five, we are alive
And dive in blood- black holes of war
Our heart a graveyard baby...

The mother cries, and flies arise
In swarms, in warmth, with lies live’s prised
We kiss your skin
Chitin within
The sewn grin leaves us paralysed

In rows we walk, as white as chalk
At half past three, corpse’s party
And filled are blood- black holes of war
Our heart a graveyard baby

...

In groups we walk, in groups we talk
We ate our woe, and home we go
And won’t return, and will forget
Our little graveyard baby...

For thee we pray oh sinner sun
For thee oh suicidial son
For both of thou
In rows we go
In burning heat
We dig- you’ll grow.

For thee we pray oh sinner sun
For thee oh suicidial son

And thrown away
In mud you lay
Newspapers mind’s unholy one

As thy sin comes undone
As thou art gone, undone...

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The choice of song seven
Date: Friday, 1st January 2010 @ 07:22:59 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Libertina

HIM- Venus Doom
The choose of Song Seven(not mine, though thine?)

The dancer in the midnight ruin(ed)
Confessed, depressed, and dead too soon
We weep distressed
Still less confessed
We’ll give our best this afternoon

In rows we walk, as white as chalk
At two o’clock, but locked our hearts
In rose- red, blood- black holes of war
Your heart a graveyard baby...

And so lets pray as says the priest
And said and led to worthless earth
Poor Christian’s eye
As loved ones die
Caged in garages, 30 years leased.

For thee we pray oh sinner sun
For thee oh suicidial son
For both of thou
In rows we go
In burning heat
We dig- you’ll grow.

In rows we walk, as white as chalk
At two and five, we are alive
And dive in blood- black holes of war
Our heart a graveyard baby...

The mother cries, and flies arise
In swarms, in warmth, with lies live’s prised
We kiss your skin
Chitin within
The sewn grin leaves us paralysed

In rows we walk, as white as chalk
At half past three, corpse’s party
And filled are blood- black holes of war
Our heart a graveyard baby

...

In groups we walk, in groups we talk
We ate our woe, and home we go
And won’t return, and will forget
Our little graveyard baby...

For thee we pray oh sinner sun
For thee oh suicidial son
For both of thou
In rows we go
In burning heat
We dig- you’ll grow.

For thee we pray oh sinner sun
For thee oh suicidial son

And thrown away
In mud you lay
Newspapers mind’s unholy one

As thy sin comes undone
As thou art gone, undone...

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