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Feb 2015
A new found heart filled with smoke
And we have you on the shoulders
By the Apocalypse
Brutal service of the wounded

Crying lions
Marching funerals
Will turn the lights
Upon the Seer

Till all dies
When good and bad separate
With screaming blindness
And dead souls
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   mistyholly
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