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The crow. arises
And steals the dreams from my eyes
Kneel down and kiss the ground
Stations of the new cross
Yet at the faintest light,
Even his conscious is eating him alive

Tell them all…

I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in one regret to hold
You when the morning appears again

Dawn of devotion
Temporary nuance
I light fire to bait a prey
Simpler than you are
Though you don’t believe I might
Even his conscious was eating him alive
Tell the world

I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again

The crown arises and plucks
The dreams from my eyes
The stations of the new cross

I hope contempt for God as well
And his faux religion
We undersell
If I’ve reason to believe
To soul lies to itself
I’ll show them mercy
But will I lie to myself?

And again you’ll find
A miracle in inches I know you will

I hold contempt for her majesty
She answers only to charity
Ready my head for disbelief
But superstitions help
I show them mercy but do I lie to myself?
I’ll hold contempt for God as well
(until he delivers by hand)

And again you’ll find
A miracle in inches I know you will

Cosmopolitan Bloodloss

many ways, many days, many phases down the line…
when people whisper it makes her nervous.
it’s you from the airport addressing most littlest.
in several days i just might prove worth it.
after all should they let you decide?
anyway, in a way…
walk the wire, walk the line.
when people whisper it makes her nervous.
it’s you from the airport addressing most littlest.
several days too late to unearth it.
we are the most impassioned, ugly people;
Ugly people say