18 december 2011
Treason (1)
You are here
To bear some unspeakable sins
The shoulder might be ripped away
But yet
The choice was made to darken light clouds
Above the head
Below the grid
I could not find a reason
Treason was made to the limit
No more forgiveness
Every blow is unredeemable.
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