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"Sometimes Not There".

critisism

“Sacred rigor mortis of the soul- knowO' prestidigitator of the brood,

We attend thee!”

“Sing us songs of days long gone- ofForgotten roads we never travelled on

We would hear ye!”

“Melancholy madness of the muse- comeBring bitter fruits of perpetual bad news

We would believe”

“Sing your songs of days long gone- outsideA cruel world has it’s curtains drawn

And offers no reprieve”

black over black and flying