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April 26, 2005

The Hell You Put Me Through

Rings of hell, concentric, binding circles
With arm and leg shackles cemented to walls
A world of order and conformity
Chains, bars and whipping tongues
With only one logical way out
And I, being the stronger of the two,
Take your hand and lead you
Through my neighborhood.
Earthquakes of hell, changing, mutating forces
The ground beneath us moves erratically
A world with no sharp lines
Flux, fires and Catch-22
With only one creative way out
And you, being the stronger of the two,
Take my hand and lead me
Through your neighborhood.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:34 PM