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Comforted by broken symbols and lost signs
Not even sure how to step down or rewind
Caught blinded by a futile primordial scream
Dropping final seeds into a increasingly bloodier stream
No direction now for the fragile time that never passes
That progression held only for those who act the crassest
Can one balance on the point of needle's tip
How quickly to be skewered for a tiny slip
Diving deep into the guts of investigation
Never thinking of course of consideration
Merely the need for blood on open fangs
Seeing the blackened soul lusting at future's never changed.
How can we breath life into splintered and shattered light
When most people only want to inhale the darkness of the infinite night.
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