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..Mystic..
Written by: Kohai Epiphany Azon, Sabretooth's Sunshine
Date: Sunday, May 4th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone
Masquerading underneath impenetrable eyes,
Inviting you to see through my diguise.
And in the passing street I see,
A chance for someone new to me.
Another drone in monotone,
Cold at heart, and all alone.
And through the swirling skies flow dreams,
A million unified death screams.
And those we know, and where to go,
and who we leave to run the show.
I can peer into most souls,
Discover things that no one knows.
Exploring and exciting those inside.
And through the tears of hating years,
Into the deepest, darkest fears.
Do you still cling unto a place within your heart,
And hold onto only the good parts?
And through your mind, i see the clouds,
For those who died, and left inside,
Leaving you for me to scry.
Is it this soul within your mind, upon my prying eyes,
Inviting me to see through all your filthy lies?
Or do you hide behind a mask,
And live for those who want to ask?
And hide inside, your darkened tide,
Waiting for the sun to rise?
An alone child in the dream,
And who is this that mother brings?
To hate and fear, another tear,
Nothing new remains, but clear.
The warm sadness now is gone..
Upon us is the calling storm,
Nothing we can do but bring it home.
-Epiphany La'Neveah
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Sarapin, in the year 334 AF.
..Mystic..
Written by: Kohai Epiphany Azon, Sabretooth's Sunshine
Date: Sunday, May 4th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone
Masquerading underneath impenetrable eyes,
Inviting you to see through my diguise.
And in the passing street I see,
A chance for someone new to me.
Another drone in monotone,
Cold at heart, and all alone.
And through the swirling skies flow dreams,
A million unified death screams.
And those we know, and where to go,
and who we leave to run the show.
I can peer into most souls,
Discover things that no one knows.
Exploring and exciting those inside.
And through the tears of hating years,
Into the deepest, darkest fears.
Do you still cling unto a place within your heart,
And hold onto only the good parts?
And through your mind, i see the clouds,
For those who died, and left inside,
Leaving you for me to scry.
Is it this soul within your mind, upon my prying eyes,
Inviting me to see through all your filthy lies?
Or do you hide behind a mask,
And live for those who want to ask?
And hide inside, your darkened tide,
Waiting for the sun to rise?
An alone child in the dream,
And who is this that mother brings?
To hate and fear, another tear,
Nothing new remains, but clear.
The warm sadness now is gone..
Upon us is the calling storm,
Nothing we can do but bring it home.
-Epiphany La'Neveah
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Sarapin, in the year 334 AF.