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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #2118920
Absence of Ourselves
We cannot stand the frightful sight
Of beautiful and benevolent lights
To all moments in which we transpire
For this moment we all expire
It's time to light the Funeral Pyres
Of our dreams we start the fires
But a word or so it seems
Can fill our heart with love or rage
Our wisdom lost, we turn the page
Of life's great book of wretched dreams
We ought to love or so it seems
But a word instills such dreams
Nothings lost or so it seems
A Love once lost
our souls this cost
Or shall we cry out in bitter shame
Scream our hate, a bitter flame

This one moment cannot expire
Time to light the funeral pyres
We have no eyes but we can see
We have no faith but we believe
These times do change
Their Courage fades
These Nightmares made
We Dream

Sweet dreams to all and rest goodnight
For We can't, we can't stand the light

For Divinity we cannot land
The line in which we cannot hold
This is where we must stand
Fuck the world the lies they sold
The demons in which they confide
But our gods are on our side
Their decadence is their own shame
We shall set torch, they'll feel the flame

Coming Closer
Coming Closer
Until they feel the burn

Coming Closer
Coming Closer
Until they start to learn

The Tides of War
Reach Our Shores
The blood with fall
Until it all subsides

Will god's own hand
Forgive your dirty sin
We will not stand
With your tainted skin
We'll rape your dreams
We'll hear your screams
Until the end of days
Divine

We start to find
A lesson once learned
In eons of past
We've felt the burn
How can it last

Sweet dreams to all and rest goodnight
For We can't, we can't stand the light
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