Olivia Poet
05-07-2001, 02:26 PM
Favor the dust, cradle the scorpion
the gavel has sounded upon destruction
bowl of wrath pours out on the earth
a bowl of martyrs blood splashes the dirt
favor the dust as it stings your eyes
in your favor shall it then abide
a favor, a cry, against your case
such a guilt is written all over your face
cradle the scorpion sinking inside your skin
dont know where it starts or begins
it too shall cry up aginst your cause
tears dig your face creating deep flaws
favor the dust, the dust as it cries
love the scorpion for in it strength lies
a scorpions sting shall be but a prick
a mouthfull of dust will make you sick
compared to your judgement,cry now I plea
cry as the tide washes over the sea
the gavel has sounded upon destruction
bowl of wrath pours out on the earth
a bowl of martyrs blood splashes the dirt
favor the dust as it stings your eyes
in your favor shall it then abide
a favor, a cry, against your case
such a guilt is written all over your face
cradle the scorpion sinking inside your skin
dont know where it starts or begins
it too shall cry up aginst your cause
tears dig your face creating deep flaws
favor the dust, the dust as it cries
love the scorpion for in it strength lies
a scorpions sting shall be but a prick
a mouthfull of dust will make you sick
compared to your judgement,cry now I plea
cry as the tide washes over the sea