Max Buchanan

Free will beats your front door down
Your brittle forward pacing now carved out of stone
Last steps down hell's hallways now
Let me be the one standing at the end of all your victories
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Outrun the worry
Chain away
Tread long weak limbs
Tread on now
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Pour out your skull of worry
your skull all full of doubt
Empty its weight
let the crashing ring loud
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The slow gallop onwards
toward all truth and gold
Shaking free of lead weights
and deadweight keeping the strain
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My love took the shovel and filled in its grave
All mammoths sharpened tusks were laid
A quilt for warmth thrown over
and brass guilt cast away
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There’s a songbird on my shoulder
who sings for me alone
Who wields a halting harmony
who yields the longest glow
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I’ll lift your pain for my shoulders gain
To tear and maim I’ll keep latched on
I stood and watched
and lo, beneath
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Fill your skull with heaven
empty out the dread
Wring out all the fevers
and your joy they bled
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I promise you these are the last days
the rust will glow again
Hips will swing to the sound once more
at 33RPM
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Lay your fears here
Rest them heavily and high
Wrench and tear their talons loose
and steer them into fright
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Find glimmer in the dirt you trudge
In trenches and in weeds and mud
Bask in the flight of black clouds overhead
and the shining of thier blood
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Weeping tattered torniquette
Wrap and take those blues away
Those savages ungodly
O glory paragate
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Fill trenches that case you with endless light
Pelting boars tire as they circle in the night
Fight the vultures long but lay with their wings
Rid of all gloom and it’s blackened delight
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This place which I did fear has come home
And thusly my false grip slipped away
Wrenched astray
Love fell grazed and turned to war
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