Weekly Art: Cross Bone

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Lying in the midst of all the Dust to blow,

Sand is coming, so with History I’ll go.

There’s bound to be a way to keep this,

This Life in my hands.

There’s bound to be a way to keep this,

On my Cross Bone.

 

Should’ve listened to my Elders before I flew here,

A Place that I’d been told would hold the worst of my Fears.

There’s bound to be a way to keep this,

This Life I know.

There’s bound to be a way to keep this,

On my Cross Bone.

 

When I bow down to a Greater Force than me,

I’ll know that I am stronger when set Free.

And now, I’ll rust away the World’s bones.

When there is only one heart on the Cross Bone.

 

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