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I am the judge
he who holds the seven stars
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He wrapped his fingers in her hair
and watched the birds flee from the trees
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He says that what he hates the most
He hates to dream and play with ghosts
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I laughed with the rianbows
I rapored with the setting light of a neon sun
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I can see a through the distance a tender rhyme
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Have you heard my crys
beneath a starving fire
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the pain and nothingness
like a breathing mass
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the fire in your eyes,
felt like the wild heart in bloom
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Life and death
the blinking of the clock
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the street howls in an arcane scream
victoms lost in the blinking tide of nothing
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Locked in a drama written by the rippling waves of chance and destiny
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Can you see the hurt and dieing ardor
pressing further
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laughter,rising laughter
fire from the skys
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The day is shattered
in broken shards before the storm
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state long-term goal:
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tragidy is a violent sea
when the dawn of day has slipped away
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the sands of time are falling
quickly through the hourglass
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tasteing nothing
I reach within
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I sit in my apartment
pondering the mystery of my pain
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Bitter sweets the taste of life
since today youve found the light
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deep inside i feel im lost
cant see whats wrong or know the cost
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Time is a gift, bitter sweet
sung by the moon-lit sky
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I hear the aughter ecoing through the air
the sound of ghosts yearning
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I watch the clouds as they break
for the mid-day sun
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Life returns from whense it came
entropy bellows through the pages of our thoughts
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The city marches in ryhthym
kept by the vibration
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My thoughts talk to me
like fragments of myself
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The soldiers walk through a whinding road
through life and death
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he saw a spark that looked like the deep blue sea
hidden in her eyes
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the earth seems to flutter along with the silent rain
spinning it's web from a great nothing
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wood framed, dull and jeweled
facets of mediocre existance
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life is a raging storm
victoms pollute the back alleys
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dogs are cool
but sometimes you think they know secrets to the universe
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wondering across the dull,whinding road
gazing at windows into my former self
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the clock
ticking as it mocks the precious moment
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