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Apr 2011
Dark days are upon us
Cities falling piece by piece
Skyscrapers sway to the rhythm of Armageddon
Cracks in the pavement
Cracks in our lives
Dead planets floating in the skies
My hollow eyes see the world
My empty mouth speaks the word
So speak the word
No pressure
River of fire beneath the streets
Ashes glitter the ground from the Heavens
Eruption
Who and what I am
Condemned to be what you make of me
Run with me
I can't save you
Tear down
No more
No morals
No exit
No angels
Exist here
All gone
And Dead
Los Angles is an island
Wash it all away
I don't care
Wash it all away
Swallow this world ******* whole
Brandon
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