These hopeful visions wither with every fallen tear.
Soiled by the
I tore those pages out of my life,
held to the
Whispering secrets of great contempt, hiding from the bleeding winds.
Whispering
Long before grace was removed,
their mouths have been sewn shut,
our
Storm every temple and claim god as yourself. Kill it.
And
Decades of malice, this hatred burns on,
memories are soiled, my
We have something they can never take away.
A bond that's
The years have past, they remain searching.
I am forever free
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