woensdag 28 december 2011

HONOUR THEM BOOTS


How many times will you tear open

your vices for me to view?

How many times will you beg

for me to have your will utterly strewn?

 

Down here in the basement

There’s only security and trust

These straps undo  you of your vanity and rust

 

Momentary erase yourself

give yourself over

to a force of nature

and be cleansed

 

Take your time take a deep breath

Relish it like it could be your last

While dangling back and forth

You’re at your best

 

A state of heaven

while splattered by black rain

Swallow the axe coming in

Belt it all out and feel no shame

 

Rejected by most in nothing new

Repackaged and rearranged

Is only available to the few

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