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Where is your passion?Old bird, clinging toThe certainty ofThe ground, unwillingTo fly your cold wings.
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1.Jay, you old grumpy bird,I'm glad to see you stillkicking around. Hopefullyfather time grabs his littleshit on the way out, soonerrather than..
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The world is but a museumTrapped inside of time itself.Magicians, poets, prophets,But craft the mausoleumWe lay in, hoping to escapeDecay, romanticizi..
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We fly not far fromThe beast Rudra.He swings like a stormAround us,Awakening a primalityTo join togetherThe disparate remainsOf this world.
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But method to Sell,
man tell us how to real write
Then we can share verse.
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You hold the hooked whip of critiqueAnd crown yourself an authority peopleExpect you to be.Maybe eventually peopleWill be free of you and your so call..
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Chains dragging feet onwardToward inevitable fate, spinningLegitimacy out of false answerers,Never coming to find peace, or worseNever having seeked i..
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Flaming swords,Blazingly cold desertsTemptation creeping in fromBoth the bleeding tip of my blade andShifting speckles of sand.To stretch out my betra..
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I’ve been having dreams.Not those bizarre ones whichStrike false. One of those whereA girl, her eyes like the stars,Glares deep into my soul,Fin..
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Fractured thoughts trying to find vision.
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