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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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To be a high-class rover Always blissfully at home In the safety of their skin Unaffected, uninvolved And chilled to the bone To be the coveted wisp Across, the vast scorched lands Where the parched minds gather To bear, satisfaction at last To live As a man-made God Is a treacherous aim How quickly it…
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An old friend Lingers, at the edge of each road Enveloping all passersby The old friend pursues The most reckless of travelers Who weave through the trees Without worry or grief The old friend lives Between, each stream of breath Awaiting the fall The eventual silence
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I mustered something of a voice Some fashion of strength In each steamrolling tremor Up and over The immortal words hailed In a shrill morning shower Of ember and steel It quaked from afar Then among us all In its murdering abundance Skewering and howling To a crimson haze Until mercy had fallen Atop battered…
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