Once Imagined, Twice Destroyed
One, two and fall, the same way as before, the right way to it all, heal the wounds in
this wrist, your only i behold in front of me, living the prayers of a yesterdays world,
denied and comprehended in no more than exiles of filthy air, intoxication, the
subliminal words written every were, i see them here, i have them on the shoulders, i
can feel the weight on me now, i know the times come and go, is all a time to see it
doom, gore and violence crawls and destroys, once imagined, twice destroyed,
nevertheless we all see same, same point of life, same way to act, like a perfect legion
we strike on forward, no mercy, no severity, no tomorrow, when there is no love the
world becomes the same as yesterdays night, a bloody and lust feel pouring and
dreaming out on us, living trough our sleepless nights and guarding the throne through
for more nights of shouts and violent screams, there's not much to search for in this
basket of miracles, dead miracles of a twice destroyed world, heal the wounds of
tomorrow and forget those of yesterday, fear the times and loneliness to hold now, this
year and the one to come shall never have weight on us again!
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