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Halos in the cross fire
Death's mask
Angel in the chalk dust
Ghost eyes in the aftermath
Broken arrow, free falling
Powders
The dead dream
Spiralling in
Blind folded
The uprising
Read your last rights
Going down on one knee
Silent prayer
Soldier of fortune
Waking up the dead
Outcast
Shadowlands
Jesus hung on the cross
Fear of the living, love
of the dying
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Spirit rising
Lead balloons
Dust on the wind
Blind folded
On fire
Literature
Deneil
Tracing
My lungs
Standing
Stand
And waiting
To be sung
Tell me
Is it true
The stories
That you bring with you
Exit the sounds of the truth
And tell
The clouds what you do
Smoke in the sky
Fire in my eyes
As I exist
As I exist
Round the circle sounds
And it seems
My turn to go
I am
Struggling
Just to breathe
This oceanaire
Time corrupts
I stand
Where time has corrupt
Trying to signal
To my mind
Where to extract
The nerves inside my feet
As I begin to stand
As I yawn
I see
All around me
Inverting me
Struggling to stand against
The tyrant air in the head
I stand to march against
All that wagers itself a man
I see language warping itself
Inside my eyes
AND I BURN IT AWAY
I BURN THE AMBER WAVES
STAND AND DELIVER THE PROMISE OF A SLAVE TO OUR HANDS
SLAVE OR WE CONQUER THE LANDS
GIVE US HOME AND LAND
We revert so quickly to darkness
Bar bar in my heart
As I sew along the scars
I try to tame the beast inside the civilized man
But he lashes out and wagers a war
A waged war wages
Literature
Pulse
The glow of shadows embosses bizarre signs
Blood from the blood of chamotte
Splash after splash
A river of abundance
The walls of the collective farm covered in pain
A wreck, no longer human
Life shot through and through
Faith is not yet lost as long as rage pulses in the veins of our innermost recesses
Literature
What's mine is yours
Ghost the deceiver,
ignite the bridge,
Smash the door shut,
using rusted nails
...
spread the ashes with a brush to paint my jagged teeth
Forgoing all of the ugly captured, I'll make my own, I release.
Draw a pentagram..
Protect..
Make their regret carry you far from this place.
Protect...
Bind tightly, and make the stress return, return, return...
No longer do I yearn
So many names in my freezer
My cadaver heart holds no warmth
Last needle, last straw, burn it away,
Gasoline isn't necessary
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