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Feb 2017
There's a cross upon the wall
The burden on me it falls
To reach inside and tear apart
The wretches of a wretched heart

Insurmountable

Every day converges with night
My memories die in dying light
I've constructed death as my art
Purify my flesh and soul to depart

Insurmountable

I've constructed death as my art
To reach inside and tear apart
Purify my flesh and soul to depart
The wretches of a wretched heart

Insurmountable

Stone atop stone
I build a wall
Higher and higher
I'll keep a sentinel
Watch it all
Come collapsing down


**Insurmountable
Brandon
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