Sunday, October 31, 2010

Staring Down Destiny

We're standing on the edge of paradise.
A dream's utopia, to be concise.
We'll exist in the sweet isolation
Of art and beauty, where consternation
Will have no place in what we'll call our lives,
As the one who inspired me contrives
To sidestep the vile rules applicable
To all but you; for he's quite capable
Of bending time and rending illusions,
And hurrying awaited conclusions

For the one who's served a life for Death.

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