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I drown in bloody hands as |
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I bury the withers of human kind |
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Cold but fluid the spiral stygian tears |
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The birds once wept in waters still blind |
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Sombre the spectrum glows in the snow |
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Nothing but dust bleeds on your shoulders |
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Thine bizzare twilight - still asleep but crimson scars echoes through silver seas |
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Unending - |
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Still your |
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God - uncertainly expands your tears |
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Dead rain falls unto saphire chair |
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Standing on horizon like tears in |
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God Dream in cold embrace - |
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Desire what will be |
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Clouds in spirits of aeons drown in thy last breath |
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I drown in bloody hands as |
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I bury the withers of human kind |
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The sun crimson explores me in mourning of her depature gold |
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The divine kind that drowns in second art surrounds me |
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The horizon bleeds, the sun is dead and still the |
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ATLANTIS cries |
