These hopeful visions wither with every fallen tear.
Soiled by 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
Today is the last day from here on out,
we count
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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