Extinction by bloodless bones -
Corpses are customized to be, the dead -
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There -. Where -. The wind cuts crevices through a mountain, by time only sand will remain -. Something -. Sometimes -. Shades your soul, you committed treason, but for no specific reasons, this happened in the worst of seasons -. Beware -. Before -. It is too late, the truth can set you as free as one lie, what is your fate if what was lost can never be up for debate -. Sign -. Time -. Is the count by the hand to the hour, into tomorrow and just beyond today, sentenced to life, you are dead and i am alive, what is the depth in which shallow can dive -.
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What makes you feel -
Not to want to fake real -
Do you see the tears on the outside of the mirror -
Your eyes hide for you to blind the cries -
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The tornado of vengeance is played by the flute -
Note not to burn whats hidden by the tree -
And her roots -
My storm of hate -
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Tomorrow i choose before today, that is my wishes, that is what i will pray. Thunderous lightning lit the dark skies, flashed i am being formatted, time is at the point of die. Deep black clouds drift around my mind, what is the worth in worth if nothing becomes something. I do not play your games and i never take the blame, where i walk demons refuse to talk. If love is the emotion i never felt, then broken i am not by the cards which life dealt
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