Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Revelations

the color of fear
the color of lust
the color of desire running into the unending night
 
 
keeper of truth
keeper of lies
keeper of secrets hiding in the shadows from mornings light
 
 
these revelations fly
these revelations cry
 
 
seller of flesh
seller of dreams
seller of bad intentions for price you can't deny
 
 
sound of deception
sound of redemption
sound of maneuvers, prelude to a sigh
 
 
these revelations cry
these revelations fly
 
 
the roar of human certainty calls us into this fiction
the frailty of human emotion plunges us into this truth
 
 
these revelations bring us to life
these revelations bring us to dark demise

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