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Seeing things lost in the sky
Not birds or planes, stars or moons
Could anything fly that high?
The time was ticking oh so soon
Time was wasting
Eyes were sore
Sweet Tasting
Something more
You have no time
Your life is slipping
Velvet rhyme
The tables are tipping
Pooling fluid
Crimson Red
All the secrets that you hid
Have left you on your death bed.
- by GaspShockAwe |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/07/2008 |
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- Title: Idle Threats?
- Artist: GaspShockAwe
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Description:
Just everything I though of in ten minutes. Just so happened to rhyme.
As a side note, Velvet Rhyme is used to show the slipping grasp of reality, by mixing two senses. - Date: 11/07/2008
- Tags: idle threats
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- Sullen Faythe - 11/16/2008
- Its really cool! and thanks for the explination I wouldn't have Known that.
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