| This book of days is stained with violence,
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| There’s not a semblance of humanity.
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| I only pray this page is lineless,
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| That no man speaks of this sanity.
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| I cast a stone for the screams of silence,
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| Sometimes it’s hard to remember my name,
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| I stand alone, a seed in the half light,
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| Lost to the fray…
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| Every page of this book lies staned.
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| Watch as we bleed…
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| This is a manic age of blind and mindless rage.
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| Ravaged by the malice of time.
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| But walls and palisades
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| Can’t help us fight the plague.
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| How did the creatures of light
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| Become born the grave???
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| This wretched need to feed in timeless,
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| Can’t fight the motion of a restless sea,
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| Mistrust and greed, disease inside us,
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| We make it harder than it has to be…
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| I cast a stone for the screams of silence,
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| Sometimes it’s hard to remember my name,
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| I stand alone, a seed in the half light,
|
| Lost to the fray…
|
| Every page of this book lies staned.
|
| Watch as we bleed…
|
| This is a manic age of blind and mindless rage.
|
| Ravaged by the malice of time.
|
| But walls and palisades
|
| Can’t help us fight the plague.
|
| How did the creatures of light
|
| Become born the grave???
|
| This is a manic age of blind and mindless rage.
|
| Ravaged by the malice of time.
|
| But walls and palisades
|
| Can’t help us fight the plague.
|
| How did the creatures of light
|
| Become born the grave???
|
| This is a manic age of blind and mindless rage.
|
| Ravaged by the malice of time.
|
| But walls and palisades
|
| Can’t help us fight the plague.
|
| How did the creatures of light
|
| Become born the grave???
|
| This is a manic age of blind and mindless rage.
|
| Ravaged by the malice of time.
|
| But walls and palisades
|
| Can’t help us fight the plague.
|
| How did the creatures of light
|
| Become born the grave???
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| Born to the Grave???
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| (…END) |