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A Crater to Cough In This path that we walk upon is the collection of points that the rain has drawn. The rhythm section of the storm. By the moonlight to the gateposts of the forest, in the snowlight, we are bound for the portal of the pines. Grey as famine, on this path against our will by our main sails we're bound to the tempest until the sea is still. Revel in this vision, a formal visitation, on the night with the light from above. Famished dogs follow slowly as my own paws drag me to a dock, On that pier I turn my eyes from the water like a mirror of myself in the moonlight, and I cough for every crater that I could see, on the surface of that coffin we've come to call the moon. Now I wonder if all those judgements that you made were true. The talking, the spinning of a web- its all just formal ritual. The burning question "what do you deserve?" - Circle Takes The Square |
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Parallax DXMP paganism Infatuations Imagery Status: I don't need to need you Tell me what to do Tell me what to say Don't you wanna help me Tell me what to do Help me find a way If I was not me I would hate me too Just like you do It's all made worse by a simple scheme You're slipping away from me Can't decide sometimes if it's worth the point The point is the struggle, insecurity Hopefully, you make no mistake If you learn from what you've got to take Good or bad, it's all gonna add up in the end but, You can never win. - Fischerspooner |
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