Rupert Park

Far above the endless skies,
A mass of lights await our eyes.

In history they told the tales
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This rain,
It drenches me;
But I do not give a care.
As it soaks through my heavy coat,
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Sitting in an empty restaurant;
Everyone has left.

Gazing through an unclear window;
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The purity among the choir
Among the saints and angels
Tainted by the blood and fire
Singing tunes to Liar's lyre
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Ripped apart by last July
Regretting the expected
Blinding the All-Seeing Eye
Hiding from the sky
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White had a dream
Of paradise and promise
The future of mankind
Now six feet underground
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The brink of insanity has lost its edge
Leaving none in whom can confide
Stability's home; the receding ledge
Balancing act of precarious pledge
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Vast expanse of absolution
Universe of superiority
Life is Hell
Truth is Death
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Self-righteous saints lead sinless lives
Or so the saying goes
Hesitating to survive
Seeking out who can revive
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Theories hanged and executed
Love is...
Beliefs are traced back and uprooted
Voice of absolution muted
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Black knows blood is the colour of Love
The birth of death, the cycle of pain
White transcends Hell like a dove
The beacon of hope renewed above
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Waiting
Everybody's waiting
For the next death
To prove time
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What substance is this
That makes up absence of Light
Unfathomable
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The sky is crying.
Tears pelt the empty city;
The trees shake it off.
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Taking a stroll in the rain
With no set destination.
Time is not accounted for.
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