THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Listen up

I'm not blind
to what goes on behind closed doors
It's not hard to find
the frothy surf on wild shores

It's not always
shady in a dark corner
the game a mind plays
so easily an evil churner
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