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Oh, dear god.we are lost.we need your guidance now.in this moment of truth, you’re our voice.we are the messengers. in this moment of truth, you’re words fall on deaf ears.we will not stand for this.you are finished here.we are…
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I left my head when i was homeI caught an evil side of me.I only breathe when I’m alone.The days await till I am gone.I grew right next to your heart.I should have grabbed it,and pulled it down.I feel what you’re feeding me.I…
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From the look on your face, and the chains about your neck,I’m willing to bet you’re a prized possession. Just give it up.Just give it your all.Just give it up.(x2) This is not the way you were meant to be.This is not a moment…
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Fear love.A failure to nothing but an empty shape.We collide and we’re dead on. Are you tired enough?I think I hurt your head enough.Bruising me the first touch.Well fall asleep.Well close it up.Count the days till you get rid of…
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In birth we lose themto sudden defects.Our minds are not open yet.And all, all the life you hadyou’ll finally see. There’s no life here.We welcome you to the world in fascinating views.We consume you wil all be alone.…
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I’m staring at the cracks, and all the lines you wrote to get me home.It’s not over yet;I’ll speak the same until it breaks my jaw,and it breaks my heart to see you this way. So I’ll pray for the day,that new things…
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I kept a cross in my right hand.I dropped it into the quicksand the wood went to waste.Your faith, it’s broken.You’re furthering yourself to fame,you’re losing.Your god is leaving.I left it there for a blind man.He pulled…
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For those who mean it,your skin will be cleaned.The scales you have shed for the family disease wash the salt away from you palms.You’re sweating it out.I beg for the taste of it,believing in him.Devil the fear of you in me,delivering…
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If i was fearing the world,I’d be generous.In habit, the world seems to feed what I need.And in a separating ground pulled apart from me,I erase everything.When we were first born,the liquid covered our bodies it got harder to…
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When feeding the ones left breathingIt’s our only way to live.My minds past growing in the salt,with the bone community.They took my tongue for the things I wanted,but couldn’t say.When your taking my child awaymy colors will…
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Let it be reborn invitedand I hate my ways now.I looked possessedin a focus of pure hateand I was gone forever. Gone.I didn’t mean itand now I’m faded and wastedI’m throwing up the old.I knew that I’d live it. Admit…
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Era feliz en su matrimonioAunque su marido era el mismo demonioTenia el hombre un poco de mal genioElla se quejaba de que nunca fue tiernoDesde hace ya mas de tres aУosRecibe cartas de un extraУoCartas llenas de poesiaQue le han devuelto la…
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