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Ghosts and Mortals Your angel wings / lay upon your shoulders / rest the travelling day / stay awhile / and tell us your stories / a natural embrace / of vision and vibration / stories of ghosts and mortals / floating on each chord / a heart over flowing / filling our thirst / song and story merg / with your angels wings at rest / upon your shoulders / your home is never far away / the key is in heart. MG.29/10/09 8:40 pm. MIKE GRIMSTEADGhosts and Mortals
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Hollow, Shallow and Empty How hollow / how shallow / how empty is your soul ? / is your heart devoid of love ? / i'll break you before you break me / i see your uglyness / behind your fake smiles / i am filled with life / as each breath is filled with blood / to rain down upon me / my vains are filled / yours are hollow, shallow and empty / your fate / is to suffocate in your own hate / how can you hold onto love ? / when you hold onto so much hate / as i look upon your face / it is / hollow, shallow and empty / when i was young / i lost my way / but as i grew / i made my own way / free from hate and lies / it saddens me / to look upon your face / faHollow, Shallow and Empty
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No More As i wake early in the morning / the sun is shineing on the Funral procession / Death never looked so shinny on a Sunday morning / flowers line the streets / flowers in car windows / they to / soon enough will be left for dead / back to the earth on another sunny day / sitting on my porch with coffee in hand / the funral derge is somehow a comfort / no more struggle for that wondering soul / now lieing face up in a mahogany box / aboard his last black shinny ride with lace curtains / no more curseing / no more drinking / no more fishing / no more storytelling / no more / no more / i see his old lady / every once iNo More
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Volcanic Pyre This lake of fire / a volcanic pyre / burning madness / fired by the seven seas / how is this civilization doomed to its end / anciant calendars / stories in time / ice ages / cataclysmic land forms / beautiful scars / as only these scars could be / come dance with me / around this volcanic pyre / a lake of fire / seconds or eons / it all comes to an end / the great mother / wears not a mask / she starts and stops the rain / sometimes overflowing from her flask / her form in constant change / the stone caldron / crawling with brothers and sisters / bound by molten blood / cooled by a cooling flood / from the belly of tVolcanic Pyre
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