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We are given two paths Through the dense morning fog The untraveled And a tried and true maze
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Down, in the blaze I have earned In a meteor’s demise The winds all sing and wail In our decline I am owed to the soil To the ember and earth Set carelessly aflame by youth Sailing down From a brief spell of pride To be splintered and fried For my high-hoping crimes
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Will I miss the withered brown blades Succumbed to sun rays In the scourge of July? What will I recall With fondness From the cool autumn gray? Nothing more Than a few timid nights What arms would I bear In a dead winter’s vice? But the hell-fire sun Of this summer The marauder of blue…
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I serenade these empty halls When I’m stumbling,far-gone All alone in the fumes The affliction lives on In this warm state of mind The affliction lives on In these slothful limbs At the day’s final hush When I’m drawn to a halt And I freely dissolve In a solitary swig A low mewl of distress
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Time is on our side In the kind-hearted sun In this basket of joys On an ocean of trials On this isle of peace We may grow to wield And unfold our affections And surely they’ll roam For aimless miles In their quest of euphoria To ensnare every soul
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A new glory is followed By a rolling abyss The untiring, brag of death An apocalypse revels From behind the sliver Of a gracious dream The triumph The plunder and rapture That lives at a dirt road’s end The horror looms larger Proclaiming revenge For each crater in the road That abhors my name
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I breakaway, into a beautiful silence When the era grows too warm And it mindlessly scalds Breaking through, to the coast Where the free-flowing thoughts All converge To rage through eternity’s depths I too must swim From the singe of these years Letting emptiness expand And envelop my frights
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We are fully aware, in our own psychosis The hues of the earth All stun and amaze But never quite the same What cannot be known, at this moment Are the true shades of life Outside, of our bustling minds We all diverge in our stride to define The relentless aim Bringing certainty, sanity and…
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I was siphoned by a greedy past From the great fields beyond A high and merciful knoll It howled and clawed For the flight of my limbs With its butchering, and backtracking wisp From its thundering maw It defamed As I strained through the present To be cherished by a new living dawn But the…
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