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I want fame and humility
I want war and I want peace
I want God and I want freedom
I want freedom and enslavment
I want to settle down, and keep moving
I sprint home and crawl to work
I'll eat my fill and then I'll starve
I will kill and I will resurrect
Give me extravagance and give me banality
entertain me and bore me
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
so I will show you my lithe desires, absurdly ensuring I will NEVER be at peace
open your mouth and laugh with me
laugh
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New.
air, old.
taste;
DEliverance||
Take me.
away.
from gray.
skies.
and dirty.
streets||
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I hope the ground is shaking
I hope you found a home away from home
So many open mouths
so many open eyes, ears
Make your appearance
C'mon C'mon
let us all down.
I hope the words that I am screaming
That I am bleeding
Make a difference.
liar liar liar
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Life could.
never be.
fleeting
with your.
strength.
by my side||
I love.
you.
like a.
flower.
loves
the.
sun||
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Oh save me.
Oh save me? Silly man, there's no saving you. There's no single measure of tact for you is there?
Thats sarcasm
And maybe well bury you right there in your own sunset paradise.
Under that cherry tree you grew up climbing and plucking treats, so ripened in the summer.
You knew that tree.
it was yours.
Remember you made love there for the first time?
With that girl, what was her name again?
Remember? Your lips touched her back and she shivered and moaned your name, and thats when you knew..
thats when you knew that love would never leave you.
Until it did.
Pretty eyes and all blown away like a shotgun blast, she was looking for answers.
I guess she got one, I guess she got one..
Or maybe we'll bury you in an unmarked grave.
YOU always said you never asked for a name.
never felt right under the weight of it you said, but now you feel obligated to be buried with one?
Why should you? Ah, but as always, in the end is love.
In the end is love
And maybe well bury you under that never ending rain
and it will soak your body till it breaks down and you're the dirt and the trees and your trees will grow fruit and the birds will eat and you'll fly.
You always wanted to fly..
Or maybe we wont bury you at all.
maybe well just stay safe and dry and clean and
burn it all.
and your bones will be so much sticky ash in the backseat of a grandson's car, forgotten along with the cigarrette butts.
But to do that... to do that
leave nothing left
Silly man, leave nothing for us
VULTURES
But, you already knew,
Sweet dove.
And you invested such pretty things.
In all.
The.
World.
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Listen to yourself.
talking in circles.
my.
GOD.
what a.
nightmare||
you did this to your.
-self.
Listen.||
Wow, they.
al.
-ways told.
me.
sleep was over.
-rated||
People aren't.
like.
they.
used to.
be, BUT.
their.
forced grins.
bear the weight.
of.
the.
new.
God:
Lies||
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I MUST FEEL EVERY MOMENT.
around.
ME, when.
I'm the ONE in a CROWD||
There are.
NO GODS.
left.
in OUR.
Crowds, our.
HUDDLED.
masses, sulking||
Here there are.
NO CROWDS.
no, never WERE.
any.
crowds, here in.
my .
own .
SAHARRA||
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The eyes.
spoke.
more to.
me.
once.
the fire died.
down||
Falling.
Falling.
away from misdirected.
anger.
and.
into.
grace||
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Do I.
Own my.
own.
shadow?||
Regrets.
fill the.
VOID that we.
left||
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WHERE WORDS.
FAIL.
THIS BLOOD.
THIS BLOOD OF.
MINE.
EAGERLY.
WILLINGLY.
I SPILL.
ON.
A BLANK.
WHITE.
PAGE, FOR.
THE REST.
OF THE.
TIDY.
WORLD TO.
SEE!||
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