Monday, September 7, 2009

Dire, Dire

May I listen?
Burn the ideal views of today
Con the scent of the forced thought
Watch the true beliefs boil down
Everyone's afraid of the crow.

May I send it down?
We've all seen enough of
Solitary views are fine when they are your own.
And every lighted candle burns a new flame with no regards
Solitary views accepted when they are...

Burn the ideal views of today
Con the scent of the forced thought
Watch the true beliefs boil down
Everyone's afraid of the crow.

Send it down.

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