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Tuesday, August 10, 2004


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I really have nothing to say except that I start school on thursday and its going to be so horrible. My life as we know it, is over. And so I leave you with a poem.

Rain

The angels are crying,
there is no heaven.
The angels are crying,
cold crimson tears.
The small pitter of broken glass
against the screen door.

The angels are crying,
there is no god.
The angels are crying,
silent weeps.
The loud roar of a broken heart.

The angels are crying,
there are no more children.
The angels are crying,
may death be among us.
I stand there,
gaping at the sky.

The angels are silent,
crimson tears apon my face.
The angels are silent,
broken heart beating inside my frail chest.
I lay there,
broken and discarded.

(c) kuronekosama / chara

it has a deeper meaning to it than just rain. Can you decipher it?

-kuronekosama




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