In My Hands
I’ve got the world
in my hands
I hope you understand
I’ve got the world
in my hands
Time for to make my stand
Left foot
Conflict
Murky rivers
And washed away
Soot
A beginners fee
Listen
And you will hear
The lasting cry’s
Of a sinner’s
Final plea
In merit
We cherish
This burgundy
Life
Equals stains of mercury
Polished soldiers
Built within the words of me
Yet for so many days
They lone only to murder me
How can we go on
In spite of those
Whom wish us gone
As a nomad
On these evenings
Of dusk
I roam
Tomorrow
Just may bring about
A place of fiction
A far way home
A similar addiction
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