Monday, May 5, 2008

No sense. Not Nonsense.


Take it in.
Breathe it in.
Panic. Panic.
It's found you
Running, running.
Burn it up.
Smell the smoke
The flames race higher
Reach to heaven
Look up. Look up.
The smell hits your face.
The rain will wash it away.
Let the rain wash it away.
It can't forgive your sins.

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