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07 December 2011 @ 02:20 am
There is always an excuse for it  
This neverland is soaked up in autumn
Its amber glow, its omnipresent mist
A haven for the silent and forgotten
A crossing where the interceptions twist

I leave the Citadel – all bugged and weary,
It grimly dominates the inner planes
Its foster children have too much to carry
Their beauty fades.

The clerk believes himself to be a ranger
To comprehend a general design
And every day a clear present danger
Would smile at you without a prior sign

And when you think you’re gonna pick a rose
And when you feel you’re gonna take a side,
They fuck it up. The disenchantment grows,
And here you are alone to decide.

The clockwork ticks for treachery and treason
The pure greed and fear dance along
The amberland. The so-charming season.
The mission song.

27-29 октября 2011
toyvo_glumovtoyvo_glumov on December 6th, 2011 10:52 pm (UTC)
Слушай, а тебе в издательство не пора?
Я знаю парочку издателей на Юге и у соседей в Вене.