| In the midst of these crying walls
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| Past and presence formed,
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| Yet memories were never kept alive.
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| If they were to, they’d swallow every bit of hope.
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| A day to see light rise.
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| Watch paint spread under the tyrian sky.
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| Feeding on ascending rays.
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| Carried by emotion. |
| A day to be.
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| But inside was a thundering rage.
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| A merciless storm under tranquillized control.
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| Bearable silence until the unbearable awoke.
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| Lived in this nightmare, this prideless coffin,
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| Buried below, but not below ground.
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| Between the cracks, observed a hopeless destiny.
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| The guardian, the lock, the detestec lack of possibility.
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| Devouring effect.
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| Called beyond this life, beyond this god.
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| Screeches echoed in apathic surroundings,
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| Only to reach who he didn’t call.
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| So in the midst of these crying walls
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| Past and presence formed,
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| Yet memories were never kept alive.
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| It they were to, they’d swallow every bit of hope.
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| A day to see light rise. |