Trapped in the winter of "the nothing"
I welcome those who come into the void,trespasser
My wings spread wide
Colors of many suns that have dawn,and i have seen all
met a blind man , that had the taste of salt on his tongue
Naked and wise, he told me the history of man
Man is a child left abandon of all we know
I cut my wrist on the alter , my blood ran black, and the vision came
God tattooed it to my skin, tainting me in elaborate ink
My chest is a map to an unknown place
I will walk, until my feet cannot carry me no longer
Where i will kneel at the church of man
The wind will blow the doors down
I will enter, and the the light
will blind the blind
CAK 7/2005
HELLO
STRANGER
HOW IS IT GOING AND IF YOU THINK I AM TALKING OR BLOGING WHATEVER TO YOU I AM
I WILL BLOG MY NEXT MR.SALT ON WES 7/01/2009 " SALT WATER"
UNTIL THEN ---------------------------------
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