segunda-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2016


I've been a stranger
In the strangest world
I have died
A millions words before
I have cursed
My own wings to fly
Forever erased
From a distant time
I have wandered
So errant
In a desert sky
So many times that I wanted to die
Will I ever get a cure
For my bloody thoughts and my irrelevant traits...
A cure for my sins, and my shame
I, the one who was betrayed
I, the one who was thrown away
Will have the strenght
Yes, I'll have the strenght
To punish the ones who ask for it
The sword of a thousand flames
I'll never feel guilty, and filthy again
I'm the one who will rise
From dust or the moonlight!

Marie Jo in 01/25/16

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