Lucky you in your perfect smile
Strength in so many to carry
On thrones of gold and crushed dust
Heaving hearts offer no mercy
Just cause, just you
Gathering spirits divide as her axe comes down
And we too are cut away
Like raw flesh unto vultures
Such are days like these
I like this one.
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Dark
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And in these quiet rooms
I heard a voice unto me
A liking here is indeed
Kindness as ever would be