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And so the servant sings to his Master.
With the blush upon his cheeks,
and the scars upon his chest.
For the servant hath no shame
And the Master hath none less
So sad servant sings Master to his grave
That blush upon his cheeks
It seems to fade away
Through the winding spools
And lore upon the land
Through the servants land
And stretched across the loom.
This song brings bitter end.
And so the Master sees
Why the servant sings
This song of dreadful woe
This beat filled of sorrow.
And death Did Master take.
And with black he did go.
So the servant prays
To his god of hate
Seeking pity for the Master
The one that he did take
But said God hath no pity
for the Servants prayer
And with that Melody
The servant is no more...
 Zurikie · Sun Dec 16, 2007 @ 10:06pm · 0 Comments |
