lunatics
in the silence of eternity
i spill my blood to the hounds
of lunatics comes further sanity
of silence, enhances the sounds
from yeseterday and a million years before
scars that stick to the plate
but forever will i be fighting for
the trap, the valley and the bait
and furthermore so many things
that stand on the path of love
from somewhere deeo within the soul
and low beyond and high above
there's nothing more to look and doubt
there's nothing from which to take
there is no nothing i can be
but pain and danger and stake
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