This is my 250th post. I wish I were writing something that wasn't word vomit. Actually, no I don't.
Someday I'll build a wall of stone,
Build it high with bricks of bone.
You'll dig a hole, I'll build a wall.
Someday this wall is gonna fall.
Bring on the sea from up the hill.
Bring on the tide of men that kill.
Wash away all under the sky,
And I will build wings to fly.
Someday I'll build a wall of ice.
Hundred foot high, won't that be nice?
Under the cold we'll find our sleep,
And into dreams we'll softly creep.
I'm on my back, I'm coming home.
Atop the wall of blood and bone.
I am alone, I have attacked.
I'm waiting here, not coming back.
I see the stars that wheel on high,
You stole my wings only to die.
Shed a tear and never fear,
I'm coming home.
Atop the wall.
I'm coming home.
Never fear.
There's a bastion beneath the earth.
It keeps your soul from final death.
I've built a wall to keep it back,
The shadows and the final fall.
Of blood and bone and sacrifice.
Of memories that softly call.
A deep and flooded paradise,
Behind a frozen wall of ice.
I do wish I could finish it, though.
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