Touch me and fade away,
Foreboding hidden love,
Theres nothing more to say.
Off to the church to pray,
To Jordans purest dove,
Touch me and fade away.
So candles dark the way,
To heaven blocked above,
Theres nothing more to say.
With robe he took this stray,
Caress without the glove,
Touch me and fade away.
Plead then his price to pay,
Knows not what I speak of,
Theres nothing more to say.
To these dirt stones I lay,
The death tool and the shove,
Touch me and fade away,
Theres nothing more to say.














Comments
I'm certain conjuring up something for dark will be little difficulty.
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Celebrate Depravity!
True Capitalism
Retribution
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- Daniel
And I think it would be easier to accept.
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Celebrate Depravity!
True Capitalism
Retribution
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