Damned Prometheus
Tales of an ultra lame boy.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Alice.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of Erin goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
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