In exhale, an entangled angel breathes speech
A breath of mild linguistics
Is caught in a wisp of wind
Obscurely sailing off
Hark! Silence draws upon the hallow souls
Tis naught themselves that they seek
But that of the entangled dying cherub
Alas, the hallow are left to die
Rather bleak outlook huh? Well, the words may be formed by me, however, my belief system strays from the norm. ~ Arachne ~ 4/18/07 @ 7:56 p.m.
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