Place your torch on my window sill
creating no panic, creating no frill
Only hearing your shadow of a voice still…
I’m left with no choice, been alone for so long here
not meant for the same ol’ crowds voice dear
Don’t believe me, go ask him…yeah that guy, over there
he knows, just wasn’t prepared…yet…
Are we prisoners of an ancient war, war torn lovers just for rapport
I’m calling order in this inhumane court, a mediation I do support
You just can’t pick and sort, this isn’t some barge at a port
Emotions of human were never meant to be your sport
Fallen angels did come forth, consort
with the energies of the ground
The blood of an earth mixed with the blood of a clouded crown…
Now in years it can go down
In time and space in this wrinkled backwoods N.C. town…
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