Saturday, July 3, 2010

A Bond

You're not the rebel, brother;
I know the tattoos seem a transgression,
But you are dearly loved;
And if you find me walking alone,
Sooner than you needed,
It's only to save myself;
For when the seas rise
To drown the obedient,
We will all be rebels;
The bad sons, and willful daughters
Of a dying world;

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