Into the dust we go.
All creations to rot and rust.
Every emotion that we show.
Anger, love, lust
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More war, more war, more war has come into sight.
Set your eyes, set your gaze, your enemy has come to fight.
Staggering under the mortar's awful quake.
The soldiers have fought until their bodies ache.
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If i should die by fire.
Then let me burn.
If i should die by ice.
Then let me freeze.
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Above me the angels are watching.
Below me the devils are waiting.
As always time is passing.
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Though we are ways apart
and still these days depart.
Ever present are the same thought
I am going nowhere, i am going nowhere.
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What is the sweetest slumber of the summer?
is it sleeping in the grass dreaming of what will pass?
or is it running in the woods being and doing everything you could?
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I am just the dream.
Alive here to watch through awakened eyes.
Waiting here to rot before demise.
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Life goes nowhere either by course or rhythm
Randoms its adventure by no reason.
Poorly and pathetically it carries
Horribly to its tone it remains and marries
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I have anguished upon our parted words
my ears formed to what i had heard.
is that love you just declared?
then why my dear does it die in the air?
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I walk along the sea.
I let the warm breeze wash over me.
I watch the waves lap over the rocks.
Washing away the filth and rot.
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