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Results of a pending explosion
Of misunderstanding.
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Thoughts are screaming
Desire craves bleeding
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Accept downfalls-
There is no exception to imperfection.
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Fear left with the haunting shadow
Before my summer returned,
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Intertwining hands and hair
Delving into secret depths and lairs
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Walking in the dusty, fotgotten footsteps
Towards the deepest (despairing) corner;
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When an outlook over the black horizon
Seems brighter than the forecast
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When the spooks come to play
Play a symphony to worship dark lords
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Listening, longing.
Unplugged from the eternal buzz
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Laughter invented, redefined
Create a new appriciation for the moon's glow
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Returning to bring tears and terror
To the body that created them.
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Ritualize it, drain it
Merely modifying God's image
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Mending broken wings,
Fighting fire and bloodshed
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Spit it out, harsh realities
Disjointed philosophies
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Not understanding the life in character
Simply trying to create the model girl.
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Desperate to face turmoil, face Satan
Pain and flame carry an equal sense of elegance
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Ash settles as the mind
Becomes one with melted heat of grief.
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But as with all men in power
Abuse of position is an error to hold.
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Why we call time the "present"
Is because life is a gift from God's hands.
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Makes you break down to your knees and weep for the day
The Day you embraced a worthy memory.
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Where by daylight he wept for her pain
Where by darkness she bled for his sin.
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For the vision is as tranquil and peaceful
As the rising sun of midsummer.
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They say beauty is only skin deep.
Cease, liars; true beauty is of the soul
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Rearing up only black emotions;
Insecurities of her muse's love.
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The holding of a memory
Images hosted by pure candlelight
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A reason to live;
To love;
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She was controlling her destiny
Sending herself to certain self-destruction.
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But to disturb would be to destroy
A mark of significance
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Grief and mourning you once consumed
A forced belief upon Heathens to your cult.
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Imprizoned for a life worth of crimes
Punishished personally.
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Hunter, calm that act of yours
You deadly, starving beast
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Rambles of an artist
One urge (Desires unquenchable)
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Death, cast to the mortality of bliss
Dragon’s flames envelop the smiles.
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Intolerence; pure conflict.
The only cause of death.
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