Bones
By Treas
the roof still leaks milk and stones dripping over all of those bones of ones falling short of everything who can and watch evil alarms ring they faint today wake tomorrow they fill the world with hate and sorrow we kill the ones who hate yesterday those are the ones whose bones shall lay. Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 03:45 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"the roof still leaks..."