"Gunshots and gun wounds

Freeze

Firefly crossing.
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Yeah, as time goes on the reality that we are nothing sets in

It's a fire to be put out, but it's a part of us all the same

Hey. It's what I live for to be challenged and crushed by truant fools and falsehood names

Stayed away.

But then I saw the closer tides going out-

And I was angry, having fear and doubt

Why enter my life just to leave so quick

Calling back to new things? - frick that makes me sick

I mean, I can understand children cutting off their own hands

(It's not a literal thing, but a drawing in the sand)

But such a strong connection, oh my- what a collection

And as the shelf falls off the wall

I can't help but think of myself as small

Porcelain pieces strewn across the floor

Such loud noise, you can't possibly ignore

But you do.

So silent and uncaring, a bountiful tree no fruit baring

Caught staring

Let me steal back the flowers

Endless hours, counted by the flowers

And still

So mighty was your name, banner brought no blame

The same in shape all over

Clover four leafed, created the world- the world over

Show her my life, as you would have given

It's okay I guess, as long as she lives

And doesn't take as much structure infection

As the tower you once called an amalgamate effort."

"X."

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Above it's door was written two lines; similar crossed;

So severe.

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Slugs and weather gather-

Wether it gathered I doubt it would matter,

Water has no power,

Every blood stain is stained and can't be washed away with cold wind shower:

"X."

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And all lost traction-

These lines haphazardly done-

Almost if they knew what would snap- in,

And dwell within-

No blessings to stake them in.

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Test chamber, held number "X."

The few of the last,

So many failures, so many lost.

In sight: The checklist became a mess.

But he:- His name was "X."

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On every four walls, once white

The claws had eminence driven in, in every angled strike

The horrendous letter of "X."

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Above it's door was written two lines: similar crossed,

So severe,

Slugs and weather gather-

Wether it gathered I doubt it would matter,

Water has no power,

The great solvient of matter-

All was, All was: "X" held the matter.

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Cross contamination:

"I can't, it's too much.

Gaping evil power-

That letter? Inside still watching.

My mind aches of traction and scatter

'X,' the horrendous letter 'X.'"

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Contamination:

Grasp and file down.

All that is good, and worth- and while, down.

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And all the beasts, the lines, deep within-

Inscribed, was every letter and wicked sin,

All numbers conglomerate into,

(Know sirens, to scream,)

The letter "X" brought hatred name

And every sick child, and ignorant name-

Knew every wicked power by one letter's name."

"And the blue haze, wiped my gaze

And spoke to me- as I sought
anarchy.

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I knew that what it said, would just be numbers in my head

And what really shook, is the authoritative hold it took.

And commanded me my head to lay

On straw and satin silk...

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Tea: garden aroma: to me, I did not stir.

At this moment I found restraint in dreary eyes.

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A couple more spokesmen- look!

Shadow figures multitude of twelve.

The hours of the clock direct heaven light-

And birth of dying hell.

...shadowy figures-

(Balance scythes on two hands scale.)

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The dark ones command me, and speak in ill-

(My frame is weak- and inevitably yields)

To dusk harvest hooks, that bind me to my bed.

(And in my room, I rest- commanded- as dead.)

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A blue haze spoke,

And washed my fears away,

The light forms- a script.

Authoritative motions- by skeletal death- grips.

Open hands-

Black cloaks-

Cut just above the wrists."