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angelus
Guest
Just one more hour,one more mile to put in front of me
It is the mark of the hour,time of the servent
Tiny spirit that shivers and groans for one more hour
Upon the Earth,the land,in the street or sky
One more parade threw an empty hall
How many more?
I will not be the captive of chimes or notches on a register
As I watch all I know past into dust and dust into nothing
I will not follow one with a shallow puddle for a heart
I see this thing called life is but the blink of any eye
To let it all pass in agony is to let it die on the vine
It is the mark of the hour,time of the servent
Tiny spirit that shivers and groans for one more hour
Upon the Earth,the land,in the street or sky
One more parade threw an empty hall
How many more?
I will not be the captive of chimes or notches on a register
As I watch all I know past into dust and dust into nothing
I will not follow one with a shallow puddle for a heart
I see this thing called life is but the blink of any eye
To let it all pass in agony is to let it die on the vine