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Steeples Stretching for heaven Voice their aspirations with bells The belfry Houses and the sacristan rings With a rope tug that sends bats ..

If you try your true best and keep failing, No matter the words to explain, It might well be the notion you’re sailing Is caught in the haze ..

If you try your true best and keep failing, No matter the words to explain, It might well be the notion you’re sailing Is caught in the haz..

rows of orange suns glinting in the pumpkin field prepare for harvest #

beware evening creatures that roam dark streets in October in search of warm throats in which to sink sharp fangs, siphon rich blood, then cal..

headstones gray from evening rain announce the names of those resting peacefully while gravediggers ply their shovels preparing space for a ne..

In dreams they come and never leave till dawn When rays of sun through blinds will lift my eyes And free at last from demons’ world of lie..

A wave of the branch And the leaf is gone #

You spoke in your sleep You called another’s name #

Booming thunder Is the voice of God #