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Silence shattered like ice, incipit rage in myriad voices of the wind |
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All light now absent as the banshees howl |
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No solace in the maelstrom. |
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-Even the sun's afraid to rise around here- |
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It's ice cold as far as the eye can see |
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Relentless winter restraining the new mourning rays. |
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Frozen in thought whilst seeking oblivion. |
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Got scalded by summer, given the cold shoulder by winter |
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We'd watched the world go by... |
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Shifting slowly from here to there, going in the direction of everywhere, but arriving neither here nor there |
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Now there's a taste of blood in all the throats around here. |
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Asked for a shot of winter in my holocaust, it caught my throat afire on the way down |
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Wrought iron gateways pleading, under-used ovens awaiting further problems |
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Countless eyes closing, rhyme boring reason. |
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It wasn't very sunny that weekend, sitting and watching this world stumbling to its end. |
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-All rain all everywhere- |
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Shining wet skies' tears. |
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-Sun hides in fear just around the corner from here- |
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Just around the corner, see? Over there! |
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God's... eyes... closed |
