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My revolution.




standing on the edge of reason
the city beneath our feet
he spoke of a revolution
the masses joined in

let's make gold out of sand
we'll follow you anywhere
praising the high priest of nothing

holding a gun to someones face
isn't going to make a difference
in the long run

and the two of you
are you in or out?


go to hell


and you took my hand
and we jumped

the city was burning
we were falling into its beauty
free and without guilt

you held me
it felt like we were dancing
whirling in the air

landing on a street on fire
I want to fuck you
right here and now

against a wall
you held my leg high
pushed yourself inside me
the taste of ash and smoke
on your sweet lips
clinging to each other
the beast shown in your eyes
hungry and wild
answering my call
we were one
never to be separated again

my revolution
is you
bring anything on
we are here


Fri vers (Fri form) av Erika H
Läst 297 gånger och applåderad av 7 personer
Publicerad 2015-03-22 21:56

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  Elina Vacker
Like it a lot. The day of the doomed, and what is there besides from running away(jumping) and then fuck till the end of time.
Definitely a hurrah for the expression "praising the high priest of nothing"


wow! Strålande!


  Lars Hedlin VIP
Du skriver mycket mycket bra här vännen! kram
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