we sit in tacit sunsets
upon mountains made of filth
that society left behind
to fulfill their vapid dreams
a story never started
but dying to be ceased
we stare into the eye of bliss
but only see the void
in search of boundless golden truth
we march on through the dregs
no fear is here
antiquated anxiety abounds
the walls breathe our name
in determinant prophecy
we wait
for the stars only
we watch
sick and lonely
promising future becomes drowned
by unveracity's sweet nectar
in a vestige of truth we reside
one day
in a realm far away
we will awake
and the throne we will take
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
we sit in tacit sunsets
upon mountains made of filth
that society left behind
to fulfill their vapid dreams
a story never started
but dying to be ceased
we stare into the eye of bliss
but only see the void
in search of boundless golden truth
we march on through the dregs
no fear is here
antiquated anxiety abounds
the walls breathe our name
in determinant prophecy
we wait
for the stars only
we watch
sick and lonely
promising future becomes drowned
by unveracity's sweet nectar
in a vestige of truth we reside
one day
in a realm far away
we will awake
and the throne we will take
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