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Nothing now but cages and railings |
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All topped with barbs |
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Even the weather's apologetic |
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Sees no rhyme or reason |
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All exits barred now |
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Love left lonely, gave way to the grave |
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Left my smile somewhere on the journey between that and loss |
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The walls of another god's house encrusted in mould |
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Sewage poured from ceiling, damp liquefied floor |
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A building devoid of use, now |
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A weather beaten grave |
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Untended -no longer remembered- |
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By |
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Those |
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Who |
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Left |
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The queue |
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For mourning |
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Merrily kicking the skulls of ex-deities |
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Through the ex-halo hoops of toes up ex-angels |
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More trophy heads for my walls |
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No more crying about heaven or a lack of it |
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No more to be found wanting |
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Hoping for a safety net |
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My lake of passion still edged with rust |
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Her waters fouled by the corpse of lust |
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So, I dug the last few feet of the six myself |
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All too eager to taste the dust |
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I laughed as I threw the first handful of earth |
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I smiled as I watched the topsoil spread |
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Autumn she sprang over summer into winter |
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All was lost. |
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All is lost. |
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So much more snow than sunbeams these days |
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What once was? |
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What once was. |
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The cold she marched through the rain |
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Past the corpse of rebirth |
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blacked out the sun's last refrain |
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-endless cycle ended |
