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Come Hell Or High Water
03:10
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First day of this poem,
Cradle, full blood red,
Memories around..
Mangled on your death bed,
Shackles and thick rope,
Will never hold the dead..
And everything that screams:
Off with your fucking head.
I see the dirt and in it, what we are,
Escape artist never play pretend,
Come hell or high water..
I see the dirt and in it, what we are,
Escape artist never play pretend,
Come hell or high water..
Black foaming, as the paleness drives away,
Amazingly disturbed, from all the colors, grey..
The only one, the only one,
We stray our souls upon..
It's cold and dark in here, and we like it,
Don't tell anyone..
It's cold in here, and we like it,
Don't tell anyone.
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Heartless Arsenal
04:08
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Just like a phantom powered your arsenal's heart,
Transcending your weaving of hosts..
None of the falling stars you've aligned
Can hit even one of my hopes..
A skip and a shove in your tactics, I'm sure
Will leave me all frail, and the blinds, and the blind..
Will leak enough light on the fields we endured,
To see you're the one that's behind... what I am..
We never die on our terms
The heroes and the ghosts,
How often they resemble truth
Stretching the ends of ropes.
I just crave peace, after the flood..
Your peace cries out for absent blood..
Life follows grounds, below
As trenches brace the shadows,
Death is so becoming of
The funeral, the gallows..
Go back home, where the heart is broken,
..is spoken for ..your funeral!
Your memory in times of shadows
Will redefine my shallow heart
go back home.
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Breathelast Bucharest, Romania
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