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Post by Prophet on Mar 27, 2011 23:38:00 GMT -8
The Bond
My time is spent And I have went past what I meant without a hint Energy’s lent, Messages sent, The meaning’s bent I can’t repent It happens often I just cannot win, No matter the spin, It happens again Whenever I sin I hold it within My nightmares open And my dreams begin The past has up and gone. What has the present spawned? Our future’s rising dawn? We reach a new aeon. The power’s always on, And I can feel the bond.
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