the meek may inherit the earth but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. like me! .
I've read about you
heard those melodies which you described,
described as frightful combinations
to a world which lost all imagination.
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delve in the dark and haunt all the nights
tired of the lies of that weak weak light
it goes to show your power has no effect
because your rays are so feeble
...
the moon rises on the horizon of a multiple of lives
as those lives unfold, a hundred others come by
bearing messages of centuries and laughing along my memories
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so as they say the eyes cannot tell
my heart speaks like those bleeding shattered victims
which i created on the brink of my war
my war with reality and its inmates
...
i flipped in the air
i rolled on the ground
i pounced on your fate
i watched my enemy drown
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