the time is now 02:54
through great fields of burning crosses
silently I walk in euforic despair
a perverted dream
of apocalyptic dancing
accompanied by the music of the insane
the sickening sounds of the primitive Dane
something is rotten
in this state of confusion
don't look at my painted face
I was allways an illusion
join the circus
escape the prison of accepted reality
we are not
we are here
we are you
Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2007-06-14 at 02:51
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through great fields of burning crosses
silently I walk in euforic despair
a perverted dream
of apocalyptic dancing
accompanied by the music of the insane
the sickening sounds of the primitive Dane
something is rotten
in this state of confusion
don't look at my painted face
I was allways an illusion
join the circus
escape the prison of accepted reality
we are not
we are here
we are you
Poetry by Michael Dyst
Read 522 times
Written on 2007-06-14 at 02:51
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