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Behind the wan smile on every gleaming face,
nobody agnizes the wardrobe crafted in dust with melancholy,
nobody perceives the concealed mourn of their demented souls
I know they know not,
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A wussy night for a moment, a scar unhinges walls of heaven
a bullet to torment, this fine rib of an endless romance
from above a christmas snow turns bloody, in my shadow she lays in snow
never did I know, that you were wrapped around the edge of the unknown
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I heard the news too late
though brought to me as with lightning;
A sweet breeze from the vows of a dreaming trumpet
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More have I known; more will someday my memories ache
What good is knowledge, when someday my breath sprints away?
What pleasure shall I see, when am no better than the dust of the earth?
Is it true that someday the trumpets would sound?
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Days dethaw into seasons, seasons into ages brushing the tooth of creation
home of legends, home of myths, a testimony to torture
the spark of grace has provoked another voyage, and my spirit dulcet
the dancing rope of faith have i yielded to, and my reward infallible
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Still entangled beneath this orphic reverie,
I hear not from afar the sound of music from the tree,
The tree with an improbable shade that modulates an obscure orchestra
from the east winds,
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Beauty In Disguise
Behind the wan smile on every gleaming face,
nobody agnizes the wardrobe crafted in dust with melancholy,
nobody perceives the concealed mourn of their demented souls
I know they know not,
yet it is worth it and that is beauty!
Behind the warm cherubic voice of a vocalist,
nobody hears their screams from the niche of solitude,
nobody fancies the ruptured melody inscribed in their hearts,
I know they know not,
yet it is worth it and that is beauty!
Sometimes beauty is the lonesomeness amidst decades of scourge
And even as it broods grief only to you,
It is assumed as frail,
No it is worth it; that is the courage of beauty
Sometimes beauty is that silence amidst the ugliest voice of menace
And though it brings forth claws of nightmare,
It is assumed as folly,
No it is worth it; that is the wisdom of beauty
One truly sees the beauty of life after long-suffering,
For just as he was pierced for our transgressions,
and crushed for our iniquities,
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
Therefore, let no storm rip off the colors of your visions,
Be firm to unveil the fog that hides your gratifying serenity,
All that beauty lies in wait right after the disguise.
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