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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Temple Of Our Crown</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Idols of death promise wisdom within the bliss of sleep, <br>We dream not for we are awake <br>I stand not for I am shaking <br>Awaiting grim realities to take on hold of me <br>Prizing sanity from my grasp <br>Clasping tight around the boundaries of my asylum love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Horned spirits of the fabric night are rising <br>Promising wisdom alongside the kiss of death. <br>Sleep until the morning breaks <br>Feel the sun and rise awake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">College girls drive wild the lust of the poet in pain <br>Be my world, can you trust me, is this a face you can but your faith in? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are as children bearing candlelight <br>Forming shadows as we dance <br>We are as children of the fragrant night <br>Chancing upon the movement at hand <br>Chancing upon a lance hope of revolution. <br>Piercing the skin of virgin flesh <br>Penetrating with insatiable lust the girls who trust us so. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Promises of false hope are scattered amongst the ruins of the fallen city. <br>Take no pity on me, I don't need sympathy <br>I need a friend who can make me happy <br>Even when I believe that all is misery <br>I need a friend who can make me smile <br>I need a friend who can make whole my soul for a while. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The temple of our crown lay in disorder, chaos fueling anarchy <br>Insane contortions parade upon the streets <br>Still this orgy of sweating flesh breathes a fresher breath than death. <br>Still death's bride is the girl I seek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will she be found upon her knees in glistening agony? <br>Will she be found upon her knees begging for mercy? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Welcome to the hive, the city thriving alive and breathing <br>What pity may be sought from the blackened hearts of industrial devils? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows what goes on behind these walls, <br>The confusion of life, the love of death? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Puppet masters purge the last source of life from the man machine <br>We are as denying the mother earth that bore us, the father sky that saw us grow </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Below my tower uniform clowns are performing <br>Can you feel the storm clouds gathering? <br>Can you feel the movement within the herd? <br>Can we be heard above the din? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can you be free of a concept of sin? <br>Can you be free within a cage of skin? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The White Queen and her retinue are marching <br>She the great un-named <br>She the wild un-tamed <br>Green lady of the isolated night <br>The vegetation is her flesh <br>Her breath the freshest death <br>She the great un-named <br>She the wild un-tamed <br>I invoke you <br>Ride soft the midnight hour <br>Adorn yourself in the feathers of empowerment <br>Rise <br>Rise the great un-named <br>Rise, lady of the forest night. <br>Lady of moonlight Lake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See them parade <br>See them dance <br>Calling on the summer in their step <br>Calling on the gods to help them forget the <br>Past re-occurring before their eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sky is melting <br>The sky is melting <br>The tears of our lady white make the eyes of the mad man smile </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends are lost to sadness <br>And I am one within them all <br>Leading the horde we frolic as satyrs <br>Chasing the nymphs once more from their woodland asylums. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See how they adorn themselves <br>Hours within the looking glass <br>See how they adorn themselves <br>A generation lost to the past, <br>Lost to a space they call their own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My space <br>Your space <br>Any face <br>Any race </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are these people? <br>Smiling at me through a portal lens <br>Who are these monsters? <br>Strange eyes telling tales from other realms? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are they the ghosts of a reality torn? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They scare me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve been scared from the moment I was born. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My fear inciting paranoia of the parade outside <br>Masquerading a fading lust for anarchy, <br>Breathing revolution in the hearts of men <br>The secret of now and then is rising <br>And to my surprise I find these eyes are closing <br>Sick of familiar ghosts posing in all too familiar poses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now and then the secret told lay forever young and never old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here I remain <br>Digging a hole to pass the time <br>Trying to forget my name <br>And to bury all that once was mine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall we grow to be grown? <br>How shall we come to know all that can not be known? <br>Will you show me that which to no other you have shown?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a><div class=q>
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We dream not for we are awake 
I stand not for I am shaking 
Awaiting grim realities to take on hold of me 
Prizing sanity from my grasp 
Clasping tight around the boundaries of my asylum l..."></div>
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