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The night arrives, wicked and sentimental It gives birth to morning, unforgiving but gentle And the moon gives women their claws As mother earth opens her jaws And swallows whole all the phalluses The rich men and their palaces And broken seashells look like fragments of planets We may have no mystery, but we still have magnets And the knowledge of the old gets passed on to some As the rest of the planet comes undone And the drunkards are eager to play their roles As the martyrs wait to save their souls The flame that survived the storm Deviates from the norm A pariah born In unsymmetrical form Only when it burns out Will an apocalypse come Calling all you monsters Unite as one
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
The Flame That Survived the Storm
The night arrives, wicked and sentimental It gives birth to morning, unforgiving but gentle And the moon gives women their claws As mother earth opens her jaws And swallows whole all the phalluses The rich men and their palaces And broken seashells look like fragments of planets We may have no mystery, but we still have magnets And the knowledge of the old gets passed on to some As the rest of the planet comes undone And the drunkards are eager to play their roles As the martyrs wait to save their souls The flame that survived the storm Deviates from the norm A pariah born In unsymmetrical form Only when it burns out Will an apocalypse come Calling all you monsters Unite as one
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
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