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The Rise and the Fall

by nicholas-foster

I rise only to suffer I fall swiftly to my death I land on my shattered ankles And I can finally catch my breath Because I'm running out of time I'm roaming through the trenches I bathe in the ancient ruins And swing from the weakening branches I plant the seed of resurrection Wait the eternal bane I seek internal affirmation But swim in my tattered blame Unhindered wonder sheds it's skin And slithers out from my throat I spark my final flame But it's extinguished with my hope The moon shouts it's loud psalms Bringing light like Prometheus I can't make out the words But I'm crying out for new pieces The sky is damned with mist The sun can only blind I can't see the plagued salvation All is clouded by mind
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