Inherit The Wind

Oh father my guide through trouble and sin
you cursed your own house to inherit the wind
agnostic light has flooded your faith
you scream for religion but dream with the wraiths
Oh father my guide my friend and my kin
you curse your own house to inherit the wind
you preyed for me once when trouble did brew
today has arrived and i prey for you
Oh father my guide the council of kings
you curse your own house to inherit the wind.






Poetry by chester.p
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 20:52

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