Sunday, April 03, 2011

I howl at the moon and I blot out the sun
Remembering crimes beyond reach of a gun
Breaking the Sabbath before it has begun
With a conscience uselessly raging
So I bury knife in the soul someone
For the times they are a-changing.
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