Thursday, November 12, 2009

Forever be mine which it was said,

Had pathetically fallen and fainally betrayed,

Endless talk of faith now had lost its colour,

Falling apart like a button of kollar.

My holy spirit want to be wild,

Now poison turned medicine killing me mild,

Mist and fog has taken plce as usual,

Assuring someday it will unveil the hidden cover.

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