Mar 8, 2014, 10:35 AM  

Bones 

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Bones
All my hopes and dreams will shrink and wane
Nothing shall erase the pain...
As the rain pours out the will and hope
No one shall escape the final rope...
We're all bound to die one day,
to be buried and possessed Again!
By every spirit, died in vain.
But Not Today! I pray...
...
Bones will be tattered, shed and killed...
Only to be created again! ...

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