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• Artiste: Seneca
• Titre: Pale Horse
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In speaking with this mirror image in the picture frame Your black and whites so remind of that pale horse Father, I've fallen from grace Your the only reason I have become This martyr to all those left behind in your wake As I come to bear the cross of all your burdens What you destroyed was so much more than create So I repent I will turn blood into wine, and we will drink in remembrance of you Our memories will fade in time, but the widow lives on alone In speaking with this father figure in the picture frame I wonder now if you are gone, or if you were ever A fading shadow in the walls of our consciousness, Only the consequence remains... I will turn these memories to ashes and breathe them in for strength You left me alone, in a world we didn't know, and now my mothers eyes roam, and my brothers abandoned You left me alone, and my brothers abandoned So I will turn these memories to ashes and breathe them in for strength