Lapse from Grace
This unfair fate of ours
Bitter wind twists our stars
I hate what you've done--
Trampled every graced I offered
(just another secret you can't tell yourself)
A clock that won't chime
Silently marking time
Forced to see the wreckage
By your need to tell the truth--
Brutal
As birth
Certain
As grief at the grave
This unfair fate of ours
Bitter wind twists our stars
Time leads
To a fatal conclusion
For us all….
(from Chanteuse)
2007/Sept. 2011
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