js. lucius Biography

I'm lost in your silence
Like a voice that carries violence
Trying to find my way through blindness
And the weakness born of kindness
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When lies are sold from the light

An artist will be born in the night

In a world so heartless
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At night the city cries.
The stale odor of her living dead
is just too much to bear.
It's been so long.
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There is a truth one can deny
It doesn't matter how half two try
I've seen the one becoming two
I hear the sword that cuts right through
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