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Seat me on a throne of hearts,
And lofty praise adorn my brow,
Inflate this head to Atlas' load
And forget my mortality...
Angels come in many gu..
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Torture me into subserve
And never question want for less...
Dim this passion in oppression,
And twist knife in back deeper...
Robe in sackcloth a..
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Find a place within your heart
For this one…
Draw it from within this chest,
And tear it from my precaution,
And from stealin..
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Let's have the burger and fries
And realise Fate.
Psychoanalyse all
And know Inadequacies
Slathered in pleasure-sauce
Of short-time existence,
..
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Grey seems be
Only spectral component of reality...
When technicolour seems washed away,
And faded into nothingness,
All that remains is the haze ..
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The late-night calls from itinerant stations,
Confusion, and realisation a second later;
Steal away my old hopes and fears
And barter them with new..
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Paint a picture of thousand lives,
Each within a thousand words,
But, let no tales be spoken...
Indifference chills these haughty bones
And from..
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Rip out my soul...Keep it from meBe my private Persephone,And hold my essence, until it cringesOr dies...Mete out such horror on my waking heartThat i..
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Sweeten now what's left of sorrow.
Burden me with all, again,
And let me care not of tomorrow...
Today's here, so we'll remain
Lost in tragic, slo..
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A Ruthless existence,
Within bounds and limits,
But still Ruthless, all the same...
Question the basis of love and delight,
And realise that morta..
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