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AT Parcels Jun 2018
Embrace the forgotten of yesterday's feast
The warm wind descends like the breeze of a beast
Hooves clatter upon the cobblestones from the East

As demons decided to put many men to the test
Their hands beating upon the heart and the breast
As a cold storm rolls in from the coast on the West

Generals shout out to their soldiers, "onward and forth"
Death cries like Odin, the forgotten god of the Norse
Who laid many plans upon the seas of the North

This sand dries fickle in my nose and my mouth
From whence I was a man with many treasures about
For lust of my blood, I gave it all to the Queen of the South
AT Parcels Jun 2018
Faith, my son, is hard to come by
Every truth I’ve ever said felt like a lie
I’m scared of the future
It rears it’s head like creature
I don’t know myself.

Does anyone really
Know what truly lies in your belly
Our how to control
The feelings you hold
What’s really your wealth.

Maybe I’m more than a sinner
I am not yet a winner
But my chances are there
If only just by a hair
To take this hand that I’m dealt.

And open my soul to the whole ******* world
To the almighty Lord
To the champions of loves greatest deeds
To pluck from the thorniest of weeds
The man I wish to call myself.

Because love is the answer
And hate is a cancer
And moreover now
I’m more and more proud
To play the cards I’m dealt

— The End —