Treasure Island

Adam Dahr

(British Colombia)

Among the dead


We are the one's that walk the street
We are the scum beneath your feet
We are the one's with no souls
We are the one's that were never told

From hell in which we burn
We weren't given our turn
One chance to seek revenge
Our deaths will be avenged

So forth we go non triumphant
Riding a broken horse
At the time we were infants
And our riding road was coarse

And so i leave you with these last few words

We were a song of ravens, in a song of malking birds

Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2009
Edited: Thursday, November 18, 2010

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  • surya . (5/10/2009 8:12:00 AM)

    oh what wonderfull, bold lines.nice write.posted 10 for u
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