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In a kingdom made of brass the people sing and scream the end seems so real the beauty of a dream In a castle made of sand there’s an empty trail of waves soon it’ll go away vanish into caves In a city made of bones where God’s kingdom has failed there is more to come death has not prevailed In a house made of glass the hours seem to fade nothing is ever close a child was made In a voice made of stone there’s an ambient sigh no one is near no one to cry In a world made by hand the maker dies alone lonesome in a land where he once wore a throne
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
Cold is the maker's hand
In a kingdom made of brass the people sing and scream the end seems so real the beauty of a dream In a castle made of sand there’s an empty trail of waves soon it’ll go away vanish into caves In a city made of bones where God’s kingdom has failed there is more to come death has not prevailed In a house made of glass the hours seem to fade nothing is ever close a child was made In a voice made of stone there’s an ambient sigh no one is near no one to cry In a world made by hand the maker dies alone lonesome in a land where he once wore a throne
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
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