Free doom

10 07 2008

Having been released

I encase myself in ignominy,

Without the flames

I become frozen

Though when I was the moth

Frost still held me,

Fire is simply searing

Though glorious to glance from afar

But once the nerves are singed

Their center soon succumbs,

There are but two seasons

that we make into four

Counting both the approach

And the Withdrawl,

From that for which man hungers

To that of which he knows,

Candle light is sparse today

Candor lights the way

Candy simply caters

Candle light feeds,

Assure us thereby

Of thy holy mysteries

For insurance only shows

That failure is the safe bet.




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