Nave Sleeper
By Ispellbad, 27th Jul 2010 | Follow this author
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This is a poem of dark times we all share. The things we dare not look deep into because what we see is our own end of life.
Nave Sleepers
Delivered on to the people
Cursed by the hand that feeds nations
Washed in the greed of green dollar
Weekend by the smell of flower
Hidden by poison seed
Bare up the earth you nave demon
Nothing left all life passed on salted sand shore
Hated by the things we do not see
Worshiped by those who see us
Onward carry us crazy men
Saints or devils hold heated rod
In shine reflection ugly
Turn away turn away
From such things we dare not speak
In revelations we head so deep
Ice and fire our destinies race
The face with out trace
Step down you horror in mans husk
Step down for tomorrows dusk
Brings untamed pain of lust
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