100th Post!!!
Orange Roses in Greenland Prepare to die Bsalmermouth This land is forbidden to all but I We will not tolerate encroachments Just as you are lactose intolerant Inked is my heart with the bold letters of your name Pierced is my conscience with the claws of guilt And out oozes the filthy blood of the unpardonable Why did the old man cry? Why did the old woman sigh? Of these designs, I am not acquainted with This texture is so complex and alien to me For what I seek is yet unfound And what I have already is all but gone Unsung heroes are singing still And I am distraught and bound by my own shackles Love was never comfortable Never before have I surrendered like so If God could cry a million times Would it suffice, Would it suffice? And if you never looked back You would win, You'd be victory.