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I stare; I gaze, but do not conceive The paintings pure horizon is in the presence of deceit But please, repeat your outlook Your pointless dictation of controversy Disease, you preach from your foul perch Upon this mound of impatience and matrimony Your bride is but grievance Internal rage without reason, but false is the tale I read the writings wrapped in weakness Such empty words, wrenched and creedless I shed silence in a script of declaration I steal the very breath of this restless plague Impotence derives from but a faceless fractions cost The few and the fallen, the tempted and the lost They all perish at a point We too, will perish. Locked in the abyss of conflict Trapped, forever sinking into the depths Slowed to a crawl, From a drop dripped too far This overflowing vile of greed Must find a way to be released Separate secrets reveled, remain so softly undone Will we ever stop thinking in time to realize we should run? Neglection’s ghost concealed, Under the sun You cannot hide from the sun’s scrutiny from above.
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Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
~Into The Depths~
I stare; I gaze, but do not conceive The paintings pure horizon is in the presence of deceit But please, repeat your outlook Your pointless dictation of controversy Disease, you preach from your foul perch Upon this mound of impatience and matrimony Your bride is but grievance Internal rage without reason, but false is the tale I read the writings wrapped in weakness Such empty words, wrenched and creedless I shed silence in a script of declaration I steal the very breath of this restless plague Impotence derives from but a faceless fractions cost The few and the fallen, the tempted and the lost They all perish at a point We too, will perish. Locked in the abyss of conflict Trapped, forever sinking into the depths Slowed to a crawl, From a drop dripped too far This overflowing vile of greed Must find a way to be released Separate secrets reveled, remain so softly undone Will we ever stop thinking in time to realize we should run? Neglection’s ghost concealed, Under the sun You cannot hide from the sun’s scrutiny from above.
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Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
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