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a promise to the future
growth handheld by spirits
an arrow through time, hardly off the bow
every grave only a relic

and we never met the mark
already out of focus, and even then blurred by motion
a smeared and half complete photograph
and we dance in red development

we'll forget the lives we swore to lead
full of the memories that left us hungry
so we'll wander together as well fed beggars
ghosts in search of the after, the after

now in a place with clouds in shapes
we've never seen before
and the grass is longer than it should be let to grow
and the tap water burns as it goes down your throat
we dance with growing ease as it takes hold
so we'll stumble and slur eternity away

and we'll forget the lives we swore to lead
full of the memories that left us hungry
so we'll wander together as well fed beggars
ghosts in search of the after, the after
life
We're only strays.
Last edited by Martyr's Prayer at Nov 28, 2013,