Sunday, 31 August 2014

Run like the Wind/Tabula Rasa

To tell the breeze of life your chosen truth
The lies recalled forestall eternal laws
Forget the tales you told to shroud your youth
Restrain the pain, beseech a god your flaws
The great and good care still, those crimes you hide
will rise and take all that you hold, so flee
run fast now fool escape the men that chide
or hang, submit to silent screams set free
Regret, the snake that coils around ones neck
much like the noose of justice, self-imposed
So take your ball and chain, your crimes to heck
obscure the die your fate left late exposed
Tabula rasa long since lost so mourn
and hope the girl you tainted finds her thorn.

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