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Beyond Reasoning
The cry outburst in the domains still Maybe today it’s not about the same Troublesome shoots inflicted by death With each fortnight turns lamentations. Why is that we brawl in this way each Moment, Won’t you spell mercies upon Our black blood. Each day bring forth Moans and groans awry... We cry in pain My checks drips with an innocent made Spade for garden work in my hands, on With the digging. Red hot is it’s bore that Blisters my hand yet dust storms in pits Now the cemetery images unreasoningly Our place we out our grief, and in numbers Decreasing like the prospect of a deduction Math. The step proves inevitably crafted then. If be this way, won’t your lenience descend And grace all whom are at displeasure, won’t Today spell a different demise in the domains Even our knees knell whacky in longs of life. It pains not the flesh but devours the souls Bit by bit, This path is thorny and meanders It’s one never had been walked before. Alas... Won’t the Phoenix grands more to our tribe?
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