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- Jun 11, 2009
Rain falls and from the fields of fire the steam rises
How they appear as if ropes we can climb to heavens above
Yet quickly when the idea becomes motion ropes become chains
The smoke and steam ever-fading as is the nature of love
Or was the nurturing of our dreams really such adoration
Rather spears sent down from the gods to stir a maelstrom
Searing into our passion igniting our desires anew
A cruel selfish act of both building and destroying a kingdom
For crowns on flesh are merely metal rings of folly
True grace alights the inner crowns of our brighter minds
Yet these spears penetrate so deep we are now incapable
Now with empty hands we make our pathetic attempt to climb
How they appear as if ropes we can climb to heavens above
Yet quickly when the idea becomes motion ropes become chains
The smoke and steam ever-fading as is the nature of love
Or was the nurturing of our dreams really such adoration
Rather spears sent down from the gods to stir a maelstrom
Searing into our passion igniting our desires anew
A cruel selfish act of both building and destroying a kingdom
For crowns on flesh are merely metal rings of folly
True grace alights the inner crowns of our brighter minds
Yet these spears penetrate so deep we are now incapable
Now with empty hands we make our pathetic attempt to climb