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Frantic bliss calms my fear
Sentiments rise from here
As the escapism strokes us
Tenderness goes up a gear
Hush sorrow sweeps our feet
Compliments echo in my heartbeat
As the capsule protects us
Hardened skies soak up my dreams
Electric cramps shrill your eyes
Focalized love strips and denies
As the design provokes us
Lament beings call up the ties
Savvy lovers entice my mind
Compassion abandoned this time
As the flame fools us
Pride shows up in my spine
Frantic bliss feigned from fear
Sentiments lean away here
As the realism strikes us
Callousness goes up a gear
Sentiments rise from here
As the escapism strokes us
Tenderness goes up a gear
Hush sorrow sweeps our feet
Compliments echo in my heartbeat
As the capsule protects us
Hardened skies soak up my dreams
Electric cramps shrill your eyes
Focalized love strips and denies
As the design provokes us
Lament beings call up the ties
Savvy lovers entice my mind
Compassion abandoned this time
As the flame fools us
Pride shows up in my spine
Frantic bliss feigned from fear
Sentiments lean away here
As the realism strikes us
Callousness goes up a gear
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Do You Feel It?
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Wind and Stone
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Painful Reality
Pale heavens Grey moon Lost souls chanting Heartless and crying Dark and dying Black souls are climbing Blood covers the earth Bound to an eternal curse Shadows thirst Souls of the human deserters Killing each other Sister and brother Blackness fills the spirit Losing your way little sheep? Wolves prowl the night Another lost soul dies Another mother cries Letting out her killing desires Praying for fire Another sheep tricked by lies So much hate Paving its way through the grey society Turning on their own blood Being the creators of human tragedy Darkness spreads Turning everything living, dead The world is becoming dread Grieving and bloodshed The horrors of the world Hurting little boys and girls Turning innocence into demons Everything in the world is bleeding All the humans become hate Destroying the earth at an alarming rate It's obvious what is to be their fate Make your peace and pray I'm one of the grey 11/7/23
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