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Lithe Paralogue
04:51
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Lithe Paralogue
A gaze that seared
utter; unsaid
blemished sky, wraithing kites
a deafened cry, a heavy sigh
Reaper with scythe, trough of blood
Yelled; it yearns
the only thing with shine
the scythe in fading light
Reaper with scythe, black cloak engulfs the sky
Hopeful thoughts we keep
world without a choice
people without voice
sleeper, dreamer, hoax
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Murmur
03:34
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Murmur
The murmur
The humming of winds from dusk,
chilling to the bone
A murder of crows sweep the grey skies in flight, slowly smothering the light
Once smooth and lush
the flesh has turned to mush
Its as if time accepts its duty
to make, decline
Pinned hopes in thes things gold, will it shine till we grow old?
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Tenants Of The Weak
04:25
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Tenants of The Weak
Against the tide
Currents drag me off the coastal lines
Arms are flailing, intentional, in spite
Final glance of his sickened smile
The liquid salt fills up my lungs
A methaphor of the frail mind
The terror of the rest of my live beckons
Here's a toast to wavering pipe dreams and hopelessness
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Sedate (Interlude)
02:06
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Sedate (Interlude)
The hollow resonance that came through the dark hallway
Evokes a sense of calm detached from thought.
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Hook, Line and Sinker
03:47
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Hook, Line and Sinker
Maybe, this too shall pass
He holds to that glimmer of hope as they are pushed towards the sea
Flashback to 24 hours ago, the night sky filled with hues of orange, yellow, red
Cries of hysteria from the shock and the fear
Cries of hysteria scrambling to find the people so dear
The roots of damnation pass on through us, hypnotized children say in God we trust
Exploiting on their innocence
Sons, daughters lost
For a cause in vain, feeding the ego
Of self righteous tyrants
Flailing arms, charred remains, replacing what it should be
The calm of dusk broken by the heat and the flames
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Cold and Silver
03:08
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Cold and Silver
Dumbed down by the empty promises
"I've lived a perfect life"
Just a facade
The colours that they paint on the canvas made out of skin and bone
"Forgive me," he sneered with his suit and his tie
He took out lone bullet, Cold and silver
A blank gaze
Pushed it in the barrel
Walking, breathing but all dead brainwashed
Indoctrinate the masses
I exist for you to desist
Sow the seeds of lies, deceit
The fruit from the bloom, bittersweet
The cult of the oppressed takes form
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Epoch
04:47
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Epoch
As the trees shed their leaves
The Crisp air grows cold
Flowers wither two seasons past it's bloom
A scene of dread but all was not forgotten just forged anew.
The cycle never ends, the chain never break
Existing in the now and the past
The future, bound
Branches reach towards the sun
Bountiful yields
Salvation of a thousand times
Death just as many
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