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Salt for a stone, skin from the bone, |
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A fission, division from merged to alone. |
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Composure to dust turns sterling to rust, |
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The marriage of fire and frozen combusts. |
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I was there when a bomb went off in his heart, |
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That sudden release that ripped him apart. |
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It scarred and imploded the space in his soul, |
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His dreams are craters, his life is a hole. |
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Mortals are mortar and life is the fuse, |
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Burnt memories and shrapnel diffuse. |
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Melting to blood, the blue flames above |
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Paint sulphurous shadow elegies to love. |
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Copper from gold, the banding unfolds, |
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The halo of hope goes from tender to cold. |
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The shockwave swells as the pressure grows |
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When passion explodes we all burn in its harsh glow. |
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I have the same scars from when part of me died, |
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But I lived and came out on the other side. |
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The sorrow is worth the redemption you'll feel, |
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Life spins like a wheel and you start to heal. |
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I saw the mind of my first love destroyed, |
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The detonation that pulled him into the void. |
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I watched from the side as the madness evolved, |
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Like you I'm a witness and can't get involved. |
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Tattooed to my mind, frozen in time, |
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A bomb in his hand, glass turning to sand. |
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One union dissolves as another is made, |
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Powder to spark to brilliance to dark. |
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The paper corrupts the pavement to erupt, |
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Screams from streets shatters the peace. |
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Silence from sound, then confusion to calm, |
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A fire dawned and then she was gone. |
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Remember the girl. I was there. [x8] |