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Inspiration to these things Brotherhood brings me back to nowhere And I'm wallowing in my own confusion His death is what I'm fearing A source to endless forest If the trees are laid to rest What's the point of anything? Growing up in a bogus paradise Is it ever right? To stay in here and wait For that day These melodies in the distance They prey with images of cultists Defining what is and isn't The forest has burned to ashes To be in the wake of this wrong doing Giving life to the masses It passes Stay out of my way I fear that I will decay (And never see paradise) The wisp mothers are killed Harvested for insecurities Release the day Release the one who will be The only thing I will ever need
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
Release The Day
Inspiration to these things Brotherhood brings me back to nowhere And I'm wallowing in my own confusion His death is what I'm fearing A source to endless forest If the trees are laid to rest What's the point of anything? Growing up in a bogus paradise Is it ever right? To stay in here and wait For that day These melodies in the distance They prey with images of cultists Defining what is and isn't The forest has burned to ashes To be in the wake of this wrong doing Giving life to the masses It passes Stay out of my way I fear that I will decay (And never see paradise) The wisp mothers are killed Harvested for insecurities Release the day Release the one who will be The only thing I will ever need
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Gargaloyd
Rockets fall
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
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