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Pain As Deep
Hands of seared flesh Clinging to my chest Salt and sea Blowing gusts of pain You think me evil You think me wicked I do this all for you A hundred years, it’s been So long, and yet again I burn from the passion Gallows, I face, press in A hundred years, I’ve come Through every inch of home My brothers are dead and gone Search this earth alone, on and on A hundred years, I still hold on With every breath I get closer With every crest I sink lower Just dreams to place asunder As this deep black drowns another winter You seem beyond any direction I’ve lost every impression And begin to I drown in my desperation By the salton sea, I am imprisoned Just a tear, just a word Just a hope, a prayer Another hundred years I beg of you! Don’t let go! The stars mumble and laugh Hidden behind the clouds I’m straying from my path By ghostly voices, my thoughts are drowned My crucifix My compass My altar And mast A mast Heartless, hateful tyrant Tasteless tears raped by the contaminant Ten thousand of these, a hundred years Just a soul searching for its heart Left a century ago In hopes the beholder would not in woe Lose faith, see not a hope and let go
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