Monday, November 21, 2011

These Gates Are Chained Shut

I set fire to your Trojan Horse and the ashes are raining down on my stone guarded town as I hear you scream, everything inside you stripped naked before this locked away city-- you tried to deceive me with the face of a sweet wooden pony, when all you really are is rotting beams.

I won't let you in

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