the waters deep...

i drew you up from the ocean deep
lay you down upon my feet
then stripped you of your golden gills
and opened wide the heart that fills
with all the truth that does seep
from out my heart as it weeps

then came your tongue that spilled
the molten iron of my free will
how can my soul now you keep
i drew you from the waters deep

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ghost towns...

in days that long since lost their prime
layer on layer of deceitful grime
left their hearts tarnished by better times

all hung out to bleach in the desert winds 

ripped and torn unable to mend

rusty nails shred memories to the end

lives now just barren ghost towns

where light and love once abound

ain't nothin' left to be found

on this infertile wretched ground

can't even the gods revive

neither'a them wasted lives

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