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Laments of a dying Loyalist

Lux Solis Semper

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Outcasts

It's an odd sort of heartbreak
Being an outcast.
Like the world's fallen down,
And left you to stand
With no where to go
And no one to call
To pull you forth
From wreckage and rust
Let's stare at the silver
And we will survive
As outcasts together
Posted by Loyalty at 6:19 PM

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