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The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone. the truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold. I know |
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The method lips drawn wide to turn and sway. to smile behind the biting tongue. each of us danced well in lies. the |
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the Hand handle and the sword. |
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Lies there are those of us who will embrace lies and yet if it comforts us we will do what lies do... when I confess |
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There is no truth demons remain sleepless inlove with blood starved souls forgotten without sounds... between birth |
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And death lies will whisper deepest disintegration before the living. lies fashioned with the images of angelic faces. it |
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Grows into a stillness and we will responde lies can I speak of deepest deaths unseen... pearl teardrops will fall from |
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The faces of undeserved suffering... forcing permanent days unmoving... |
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Slicing clean but not as deep and waht equals scars will tell pain runs hard hate runs clean and on the floor your |
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Whitlings fell. because this monster begets the monster... myself and the thorn of fear that the selfsame well from |
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Which my laughter comes would also bleed with my tears... |
