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Thursday, 8 December 2011

Pt 4. The Art of Words: Who Am I

WhO aM i?

Born from the wrists of Gods
Blessed with a harp from an angel
A reminder of tunes from Heaven

Touched by the tongue of Khali and
kissed by Hedes; coloured in crimson
baptised in blood

Gift wrapped in veins, cradled by bones
safely kept, blessed and the beat goes on

Clenched by my fist
Connected to my wrists
How easy to destroy

Conceal it's beat: shout and scream
and let it be completely silent in my dreams
how easily the rhythm begins to blend

Frozen to an icy blue
painted to a velvet black
seconds away from turning to stone...
and from there, shall only crumble and crack

How easy to decompose...

But unfortunately; knotted in veins, protected by bones
safely kept, blessed and the beat goes on and on and on....

Probably wrote this in 2002 or 2003. Pretty easy to guess what it is...

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