Wednesday, January 21, 2009



Why do you touse at me,

My mixed blood family?

Gypsy nomad free,

That's why I fight.

Fear? You showed me fear.

I drove through the fear.

You showed me Heaven,

Then left me here to die again.

A game of pain, Life?

Keep your plowshear lie.

My roots are made of stone.

Clear water raft, dream rail,

I know the feel of thirst and hunger,

Pain.

Ave, my star of arrogance.

Recompense I cry.

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