anvilhead
the mirrors are mine
in which lurk the enemy
here are your mad dogs aplenty
i am what everyone searches for
the angel of the next war
the swords sleep here
in this eager darkness shine clear
this is your final golden mine
i have what all are lusting for
the secret of a melting core
this breath is mine
in the moment that you forget it
here are years without names
i am the old law fresh renewed
the flames are my prelude
3/27/97
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