BMR (4/17/1994 / West Virginia)


The night will cover me
It will hold the secrets I have inside
Let it make a toast to reality
To which I much ablige

Rigid are the roots
Of the Tree who bears my name
I look to the color of my blues
For where I am to blame

Sorry is my sorrow
For ruins that lay and grasp
I hope for that good tomorrow
But today I desire first not last

Weeping is my name
And mourn comes trembling on
Today I will stay the same
But soon this treachery shall be gone

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