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Plus the infinitity To the endless Mess we left Holding folding Pieces together Maybe this will Make it better Or make it less I'm trying 'Cause it's all That's left I'm finding Ways to take it And make it work But it's hanging By a thread I'm fighting real Hard to let this Go and not Hold it above Anyone's head But powers And hours Never take a rest Damned from the Beginning An unholy mess Maybe just maybe Cleansing this Will help us somehow From waking in Tomorrow's disaster Of ifinite hell

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Book: Shattered Sighs