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SubstituteCome here, little one,
sit here with me.
I will tell you something,
poor darling with riped out heart
On the first day
of the month of melancholy,
rip out from earth's chest
that impeccable crystal
This is the easiest way,
to dispose of your concerns,
to fill in for your little heart.
Just put the crystal in that bleeding hole
It was foolish to challenge the religions,
because I spoiled my supply of insulin for today.
And no one will hand me a cup with some hope
because I'm just an undeserving monster
The only thing I can do now,
is look through the window
and in this ashen sky,
search for myself.
And in trees skeletons,
for shadow of smile, for sadness.
For a soft touch
MercenaryOh this love,
in nauseating shade of pink,
is trusting sharp somethings into me,
but not in my heart, my guts hurts the most
Deep in the ocean,
lifeless and deserted,
where innocents are burning down,
For other peoples sins
Million miles from home
I'm gliding ahead.
I'm frozen to the bones.
There is no light left
I'm a black pawn left
for fate's mercy. I don't have
a path. There are only peaks of shame
ahead of me
I'm waiting for the preneur
I'm ready for the fight and for destiny,
because the sound of tingling iron
get stuck in my heart.
Thunder of drums is dictating the rythm
of fallen ones, the number of deceased.
Rise of horns on the fronts.
First rows and freedom.
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