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Broken Rock
I lay upon felt hills of green
Neath flickering light of deep blue night
The thoughts of her come rolling in...
Like waves on rock - the oceans might
The sharpened crags upon the shore
Protrude like gasping jagged knives
Thier faces stern and hard and cold
Still screaming from when compromised
But with each blow...
They soften still
And likewise does thier drive to kill
To pay with blood
To pay through pain
That night the devil played his game
He played and won
He got away...
But even still was left a stain
For what has gone and passed for one
Will for the other - always stay
And waves can only dull so much
The sharpened edge of broken rock
