5/17/2006

 

Credibility

Defense
A pitifully withered, senseless skin
I scourge your back to show that
Mine is whole

When we were young
We had dreams
We fought for things

But
You
Can't

Live like that
So I crucified you
I have become your death
And in three days you'll rise and I will die

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