2008-02-01, 10:56
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Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: La Follette
Posts: 2,400
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Centralia
The ashes fall like snow
Beneath is an ever burning fire
I hear the sirens
Forcing our sudden evacuation
Why must we leave this Canaan
The place we rest our heads
Leaving everything we had
Walking over the present damage
Taking only our memories
The city is condemned
Yet I hear the sirens
I hear the land crying out
The sky becomes blackened
The ash collects like snow
Beneath is an ever buring fire
We must carry on with heads held high
Leaving those awaiting the ferryman
With currency covering their eyes
This is a rough draft of lyrics for an Opeth-ish song I'm composing and will hope to use in my feature endeavors.
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"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able, and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?" - Epicurus
“I'm as firm as red clay and as constant as... drinkin'. I'm constantly drinkin'.” - Early Cuyler
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