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Altar
Dec 26, 2009 15:19:33 GMT -5
Post by notavailable on Dec 26, 2009 15:19:33 GMT -5
This one is going to be a song very soon.
They are among us They are us Seeping from wrists Dissolving our bones Our eyes roll back Into our heads We see the truth We make amends
Oh prophet of The pulpit's call Your cursings hold Fast to our lungs We're gasping for Our final breath (But) we raise our fists We make demands
We see the truth We make amends We raise our fists We make demands
Fragmented color Scattered about Our precious deeds Our collections Swallowed like shards Of broken glass Bleeding inside What must escape
Altar has been Finally prepared The choir chants A glorious refrain Unclothe our bodies Expose our souls Gouge out our eyes For heavenly rape
Bleeding inside What must escape Gouge out our eyes Before heavenly rape
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Altar
Dec 26, 2009 15:43:00 GMT -5
Post by Muffy on Dec 26, 2009 15:43:00 GMT -5
We'll take our voices With our hands We'll Make like knives We'll make demands
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Altar
Dec 26, 2009 16:20:40 GMT -5
Post by notavailable on Dec 26, 2009 16:20:40 GMT -5
I wrote that line, and I knew, I just knew someone would say that.
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Altar
Dec 26, 2009 16:56:44 GMT -5
Post by Muffy on Dec 26, 2009 16:56:44 GMT -5
Uhuh.
This is very good though, gonna be a wicked song.
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Altar
Dec 26, 2009 17:57:33 GMT -5
Post by Brent on Dec 26, 2009 17:57:33 GMT -5
We'll take our voices With our hands We'll Make like knives We'll make demands ahaha
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Altar
Dec 26, 2009 18:51:28 GMT -5
Post by scribe on Dec 26, 2009 18:51:28 GMT -5
lol i thought of that immediately
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