Kyle Shield Laster
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The Dying Moon.
We'll panic 'neath the dying moon:
Mating in the dirt.
All will know when finally-
God does ease the hurt.
Raptured into heaven all:
Those who earned a piece.
Caked in mud and decadence:
Lost souls pray for a peace.
Break another and there won't be room for the pieces
All gathered together inside that body you call home
Go ahead and cry because the 'truth' is like a lie
Just lacking creativity and the need to further speak
Pay the bill owed to me for the advice I give each day
Just a scratch it will make on that wall of glass that you call friendship
I've paid my debt in full with no loan owed to a single instigator around
A moment of your time will make up for the years you've drained of me