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Designer marks for glory I don’t make
My piercings from a thorn I take
My face and nails painted with mud
No lipstick, my lips daubed in bloo..
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A violet haze crowns the sky monarch lays down to die
A burial pyre is ignited in fire as darkness takes his place
Shadows of gossamer weigh down th..
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Broken the reed in Pan’s fife
Silent the music that cuts like a knife
A drought scratching thirst in the dark
Dripping clear notes from a lar..
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Burnt hands, burnt feet incinerated skin can’t eat
Temperature rising, smoke neutralizing all that’s broke
Bubbling, screaming, burning ..
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The tree of virtue sprouts from roots of generosity. Protected with bark of responsibility and self control its branches of honesty and integrity, co..
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Control an illusion
Power dissolves in smoke
Unity from division
Pieces a single picture
Choice governed
Music from individual notes
Dancing har..
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A vacum swept, polisheddusted, wiped cleansanitized, disinfectedThe broom of time scoursemptied bloody roomsdebris stored in locked closets
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With Faith I struggled and after her deathI encountered Hope, who had lived close byHope was thin, grew old, then passed awayChastity came but withhel..
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Drunk on nature's beauty I look to the seaIgnorance lies beneath, nothing can I seeOnly waves over the currents of destinythat wash the shores of cons..
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Where does fear end and bravery begin?What's sane and what is crazy?When can it be virtuous to sin?Who is industrious and who is lazy?Where does norma..
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