Thursday, October 14, 2010
Sanctum Ra Innocence
Black lines of sin run through and through in death I can be free.
I will fight against my self-destruction.
I will be free.
Fly through dawn to see sun.
Pillar of the sun self reliant, and blind.
The sense we wish to feel comes so little.
Happiness is our little sun that burns the sin, and recreates our innocence
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