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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Broken Hearted Gallows
[time] => 2005-01-05 19:23:22
[hometext] => Something about betrayal and the effects it has on the party betrayed
[bodytext] => He slipped the rope ‘round her neck Ignoring the sound of reason, intellect She looked straight ahead and felt not a thing Formed a bond of love with a chain link ring A blue diamond tear fell as he pulled it tight Sinners are the only ones who’ll never know wrong from right She looked oh so supreme in her black leather boots The sickly riches and temptations of Armani birthday suits Stared into his eyes and saw the bloody dagger’s reflection But we thought it a thing past him, this song of deception Didn’t know he was still addicted to a perversion so vicious A crime so precious to him, a sinfully sore sickness… When she fell, a crack could be heard from miles afar Her neck or her heart we could never be sure She knows what you did, she knows where you are A murder so sweetly couture And its all your fault…..its all your fault. And when night fell, he whispered love to her and lied The stars long to tell, the tale of crimson fabrics tied Round her tender ankles, binding, teasing, and screaming Loving all the attention …fearing the end of all the dreaming When she fell, a crack could be heard from miles afar Her neck or her heart we could never be sure She knows what you did, she knows where you are A murder so sweetly couture And its all your fault…all your fault A betrayal, a wrongdoing, a suspect and all Went completely unseen behind Aquarius walls Hidden crimes and records forged Stains of blood and transparent gloves worn And still they don’t know (And still they don’t know) And still they don’t see (and still they don’t see) The blood in the snow (the blood in the snow) The unfaithful disease (this unfaithful disease) When she fell, a crack could be heard from miles afar Her neck or her heart we could never be sure She knows what you did, she knows where you are A murder so seemingly couture And its all your fault…and its all your fault [comments] => 3 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 43 [informant] => darkplaidbabe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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