Chris Noir

In the days of flame
I call to the nameless
The ones who have fallen
To the same world that i did.
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Through the veil of waters of sea,
Embraced by an icy mist,
A face with an open mouth i see,
That pierces wounds with light of bliss,
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Close my eyes with the fingers of clay
there will be no bells or chants
No one knows i died today
No one to whom i could repent
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'Look beyond the gallows! ',
said to me a priest,
'for if you repent, your doom you'll prevent,
and you need not fear God in least! '
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Realitys good if you know where to look
It sounds like old movie moral cliche
Once that it bends you dare not pretend,
Dreams become real and take you away,
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All the way through sky and land,
Struggles man to understand,
All the tears that taint the face,
Fall down for earth to embrace.
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Through the veil of salty rain,
a face gazed upon my soul,
The eyes so warm, yet deep with pain,
Upon my misery of all,
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'Will there be pity or mercy for my soul,
Will there be the rays ov gold at the pearly gates,
Or is there nothing, nothing after all,
That can save me from the hostility ov space.
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Look in the eye, the vastness, the space,
Touch the oblivion ov what will become,
And fly with the stars that left no trace,
While dust ov the ages carves us undone.
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Through a broken mirror
The queen has took a peek
She saw her beauty gone
Beyond the point ov return
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Fire!
A primordial tool,
To roast, to make,
To harden, to brake,
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LIFE


EVERYTHING
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The world I see, not the world I want,
What I am, not what I ought to be,
The red sky above announces the hunt,
Those who seek freedom shall never be free!
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Although I am not a man of faith,
I find myself in need of hope,
Of hope that it's not yet late,
To get off this sliding slope.
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Must one who loves the Moon,
be the one who hates the Sun?
Must a man who loves his honor,
hate a man who loves his lust?
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To shiver while Sun shines bright,
To cover and crawl, in shadow to hide,
To praise the cave and lack of sight,
To run from something you carry inside.
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Mind, lust
the burning ov your soul,
starving of your muscle
for a spec ov control!
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Asmodeus!
Rise o rise,
Praised be the sinner's void,
Eat my fire, take my eyes,
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Is it fate or just dumb luck,
That we find love before we die?
Are we blessed or thunderstruck,
Under weight stones ov divide?
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