A FIERY TEMPLE
And I Looked, And Behold,A Fiery Temple,
And I Saw Death,
Seated On The Alter,
A Skeleton In His Priest Cassock,
And Graves Makes The Congregation!!!
A FIERY TEMPLE
And I Looked, And Behold,Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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I WISH I COULD, BUT SHOULD I? | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
YOU ARE! | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
A FIERY TEMPLE | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
STAY REMEMBERED!!! | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
STOLEN, THOUGH BUSY. | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
INEVITABLE! | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
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