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Conduits in a guarded hall The millions of souls singing in unison Of a similar silence of not fulfilling their vows The music dances in the canopy of mosaic Vicars garner sanguine spirits with a dance that sings Old castles have inscriptions of the dead And sagely spirits that haunt these very verses Through these conduits run the blood of religion Only the monks seem to be silent about it all
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
The Renaissance People
Searching for angels within demons Listening for breaths from the mouths of the dead Seeing sparks at the end of a dead wire and light at the end of a tunnel when all i'm ever looking at is a wall in a windowless room.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
Sense
We were so right for each other, like the sun and the moon, but our timing was off, and the sun had to rise too soon.
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
Rise
Success? Oh-ho! You can’t just dabble in it, boy. You need to bathe with it. Wash your hair in it. Spread it on your sandwiches. Buy expensive jewelry for it. Name your firstborn after it. Don’t let psychoanalysts talk you out of it. Tell everyone you know you have it. Jump when it says jump. And remember, at night! When you and success are alone, never close your eyes to make sure it doesn’t sneak off to embrace someone more successful than you.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
What makes Donald run
lonely street lights guide us home show us the way chilled to the bone I wanna get out out of this town scream in the city dance all around
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
townsong