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Pushing all my silence into an almost perfect place 
Where echoes bounce off echoes, to what I consider grace 
Another bullet in the wind, against what slurs my speech 
Barbed wire wrapped around my soul, where grace can never reach 

Fortunate to have a heart, with a short supply of need 
Unfortunate to love a world, that suffocates all greed 
Tomorrow holds an angels wing that floats to all I hate 
And reaches Christ with starving crumbs on every empty plate 

Pungent flowers seek the love, deserved by every thing 
Yet we step on painful scars, that helps the demons sing 
A loving blade against all hope, will reconnect the pain 
And these padded walls that still exist, will never leave my brain 

Against the perfect rainbow, where death can never live 
Amongst the bones of fairy tales, a short supply to give 
Pieces of my legend will, exit through my guilt 
And every drop of life will live, for all the death I spilt 

Sorrows lie inside my tongue, and reconnects with rage 
As every letter that I write, burns off of the page

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