In an effort to help the flow of my local weather
A storm erupted between an old friend and myself
As all efforts on my part
To spread that which was requested
And that which should be known
Childhood memories are now erased
Permanently
As is the word
As true color has been shown
I adjust and arm myself accordingly
Now I shall deal with my original issue
And fight the injustice that I see there
He may have to ride out the storm
Should one arise
Whenever one should arise
I have the ability of flight
That most do not
It is for them that I fear
It is for them that I weep
My friendship was always true
As I can't be bought with votes
But he can
His tradition lost forever
He is now a puppet
Faded to white
With storm clouds above
No true friends
No true love
For he who speaks with forked tongue - 4/27/06
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