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Trapped

Shed are thy ashes
Upon this life
A new burden piercing
Sharp as a knife

Hate is like fire
That burns through the soul
Scorching my pride
With bitterness so cold

Sin is the candy
That feeds on us all
Morbid pleasure
Becomes marshal law

Tears turn to ice
Blood burns like acid
Stench is the fragrance
When life becomes rancid

I can lick all my wounds
But I can never be free
Trapped within the past is the future
Waiting for what? What will be?

by Bonny & Billy – ©1999 to present

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