BIRCH {GAMES} // TRACKER // PLOT
Oct 17, 2013 0:59:10 GMT -5
Post by Meghan on Oct 17, 2013 0:59:10 GMT -5
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This old warship has wounds and
It won't sail for nothin'
The old sailor said to me
And I was foolish not to listen
And paid such close conscription
All the lies I believed
"but if you lend me some more labor
And put your name on paper
We just might catch a breeze"
I know now he was not a captain
Now because of all my actions
I grow alone with the sea
[/color][/size]It won't sail for nothin'
The old sailor said to me
And I was foolish not to listen
And paid such close conscription
All the lies I believed
"but if you lend me some more labor
And put your name on paper
We just might catch a breeze"
I know now he was not a captain
Now because of all my actions
I grow alone with the sea
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a sacrifice to the mighty queen of tears
one payment to the god of all fears
one payment to the god of all fears
to end the war that cannot be won,
until God himself has had his fun.
and the cycle would continue
and the crowd
would shout
f o r
more
[/color][/center][/size]and the crowd
would shout
f o r
more
until another little majesty,
would rise above the rest,
to pull the yearly sacrifice,
that would put her to the test.
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to be continued
