Posted on 06 November 2005 by Daniel Dessinger
i saw horrible things, my dear horribly wasted innocent babies
your stomach would turn eyes would bleed and hearts would swell
we live in a beautiful world choose your glances carefully
shrivelled grass and skin blow in the wind like torn pages
life is but a dream, they say tortured by bandits & penniless drifters
neon markets and cannibals' songs whispers carried softly upon stale breath Â
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