PIP and MERRY
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6/27/2009 12:27:12 PM
THE HOLY STANCE
Vain are the idle ways of immortal skies
Desecrated planet's
Where their instinct's show resistance
Their ring hooped conscience cries
Fearless mission
Hidden behind lost prayer's
Passage through found kingdom's
Given no chance to care
Yes, dishonest cults of worship
Greet days where wolves were born
Oblige the fire in Eden
For it cast a ritual,
and under statement torn
Poised and roamed and dancing burden's
Perfect leader praising murder's
Influence on raging speeches
Can a prophet favour teaching's
Romance in years in art's
For pleaders mourn
So the classic tale's
of heartless beasts howl
and stay comforted
in sheet's of poisoned storm's
Philip Hannam.. (pip)
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