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A River Chronical Part 2
Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Part two of A River Chronical


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The cold grasp of steel

Grips my feet

It runs through my soul

and my mind is calm in, Serenity

In space, it is my freedom

My release

my haven

For the ship it is a becon

In a world that was,

were faith is fragil

and sex runs free

They think I am crazy

But I am the sane one

For everything seems simpler

When ones mind is gone

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