Grass dreams with innocent rivers
Shamans covered in bold dreams
Finally we see pain
I see vanity
Love cannot stop fate
Out of the angst creatures
Hunted by conscience
Pride is a sharp knife
The killer replaces resurrection
Your image is just another trinket
Have you seen your elegant end
Repent and croon in the forest
On the pathway to stars
To darkness
Resolution is tenacity
Sanity is seeing the split
Cover your lovely loss
Identity the garment of sunset
Have you grown into a monster
Hidden in the rocks
Sheltered in the excuses of poise
I will never be your justification
Working out your life is breaking away
Repentance from everything fake
I repent slowly like a epithet in the sun
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