Stream upwards, rage against them all
Speak of words hidden in your song
Mere mortals strive for length in numbers
There is no dividing line

As the writer defies the empty page
The empty mind its feed shall seek
๐Ÿ–ค#๐““๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ

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We flew over these lands and broke our wings in the flight
Precipitation so far from salvation to a blinding light of despairing life
Falling, my soul is starving
So beautiful, this silent call
With eyes of mist and snow
This tear of our persistent cry
๐Ÿ–ค

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Into heav'n our sorrow
Ye beautiful moment o' tragedy
Falling fro' the lies of His perfect world
Takest us away,far away
Here is nothing but pain
Farewell now as we enter our darkness
We love her,the realization!
Behold our salvation!
Sorrow so beautiful
๐Ÿ–ค#๐““๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ

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The self-appointed guardians
Are scratching at my door
We kiss their venomous lips
And join the hallowed parade
Flying on paralyzed wings
Wondering who we should be
As tyranny becomes normality
We hang at the end of the rope
๐Ÿ–ค#๐““๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ

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