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I can see the twilight and twisted shadows it creates. |
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I can hear the heartbeat of lifes lost sorrow. |
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Never once can one man dream the absence of a holy shrine. |
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Eating dirt to fill this void that remains empty and dry. |
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Liquid from my tears that plummet for eternity, help to drown the flowers and sprout yet another cry. |
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For all these fallen angels and the |
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Gods in which they serve, where will they go when it all comes crashing down? |
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Your smile doesn't help me and your laughter holds no joy. |
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I never asked for your pity, or your worthless love. |
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All of this means nothing to a heart that does not beat, for this is no salvation and the darkness shrouds my face. |
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In between this granite frown and a smile made from blood, the placement of my hands shall cover my eyes of black. |
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No words can leave my mouth for my throat is coarse and dry, and my legs quake beneath me, falling before my pain. |
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Kneel before the suffering and cover your face with earth. |
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Smother yourself with elegance and dream the dream of red. |
