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No quarrels To drown the mundane The way of this world Is empty, deliberate and slow And the mind is forced to forage For an evil to vanquish To slave until silence Is the victor once more But there are no shadows Beneath honest summer rays No sparks, to encourage the mind To wander, plunder…
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Fixed in place ever since In the living past The refrain of the dead Ever since I embarked For a distant lie My cowardly shield From the loom of disgrace Ever since a great fall Into my stride of defeat Leaving trails to bend Diminished and untread To the living past Where I dodged and…
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Home is but a faded name Where the wounds of the earth Profess of spilt blood Where the chasms recall The slow crawl of iron And the crumbling of valor Left to jell in the mud Home Is a moniker lost Amid the terror of salvos Every suit-clad lie Sent soaring, through the breeze Home…
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Don’t cry for the unloved shell His time among dirt Is a bounty, returned in full Praise his fate For its generous deed A death to uphold And boldly revere Dam the bloodlines That courted his weight That gush with new sorrow That dare reminisce
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So long civility You’ve had your say Now dissolve Beneath the beasts of our age And now we must reap What was sown in anger And now we must earn Our path of escape Or tussle and die In the ashes Of our former glory
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I am but a tiresome stream of words Unfit for the earth In limbo and looping Through the mayhem of it all Too delicate I despair without heart Wheels spinning in the mud And slathering the world In my soft-hearted troubles Useless Determined yet hollow The filth travels high In its meaningless and well-known arc…
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Over the rails Into the black So go All the dreams deferred Over the rails Into a fortune of silence The earth drags the willing With the deadliest of might Null and void Is the war cry of the damned Who wheel into chaos With a sickening drive Null and void Is the empty state…
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An ashen and bitter voice Crawls out of my mind Despite the clear panes Where a full life transpires I am free to complain To moan in distress From the rolling silk seas Where I bury my bones Each night I am free To hew the old roads Through skirmishes lost Where valor resists Against…
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