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I tread in brief Through extinguished days Till time wheels forth And I’m doomed to comply Peacefully I stroll Through triumphs long- lost In the nightfall’s pull For the pale slate of dawn Press on, press on Is the cherished refrain The unwavering ghoul In pursuit of my steps Press on, press on For…
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The terror In my loss for words Is forever untouched Unmatched in fury Its murderous limbs Take root in my own Simmering my thoughts To a charred and useless broth The terror It moves through my frame Never short of its scorn The unconquerable fright I desperately dream To convey my piece My full…
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At the close of my winded trail Were the shorelines of home And the hills Of jagged green splendor Afar From the coils of war From the will of my trials I scaled into bliss In an upward spiral To peer, far and wide At the glistening sprawl Of turbulent blue Where I lovingly…
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There is only myself My embattled soul With impossible words And impassable dreams There is only the chatter Of a world unknown The unwavering clash I carelessly spawn Farewell to friends To the fine raging days When our words were warm And taken with lust I offer myself To these roads of ink To…
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Night falls And solitude wavers As fellowship sprawls Bolden, by hearth and home Set free From the labor and lash From the hours they’ve shed In a wage’s name Affection hails True and brave May it latch to their frames Through the span Of their jealous days May they joyfully Take to the dusk Of…
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A loyal vice Will set fire to these words And trouble my dreams Unfurl my hopes It is all I need And all I’ll become In the tried and true tussle The horror of man Null and void Yet filled to the brink I’ll spill in verse And gather all dismay It is all…
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Who will clear us away From the smoldering hill Where our triumph was brief? Where the very last Of our proud cinders fall Into sorrowful heaps Ever- boastful and vain Never again To breathe our disdain For only the dark Shall speak of our days
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Brick by brick we scatter Into the void Driven from the daily stroll To author The plumes of dusk The arc and flame Of our treasured dismay Our world recedes Block by block In primal shades The spawn Of diplomacy lost
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To aspire forever-more From this shameful den Is my ruthless fate From beneath The down pouring eyes That burn with grief At their sorrowful Child of means Delayed By doubtful dreams In the nightmares I forge With unmerciful ease Derailed by want With eyes heaven-bound I am sure to rot In the arms Of…
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