Weakened hands to weak to raise a sword
Just before me here stood a foe
My throat was stucked to praise the cord
Beyond the back they stretched crossbow
It was hard when you're dying
Angel-of-death realeased a threat
Much closer to the edge of standing
While hope nothing but life to spread
I's insisting well yes I am
For mercy that I's powerless
I's telling to all I am
For last time I sensed my flesh
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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