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All the you create,
and all the you shape...
You are not to blame, my friend.
Somebody your empty page.

Shaped as we wept,
(as) transformation begins.
The table was set and then we
as of time

So much grief the fa ade
and of certain demise.
We drown in illusions,
of right and wrong.

We clench to a saint
graves on top of our lives.
Stuffed values til we choke,
I guess we've the end of the rope

the mist, in the haze,
the impending doom's us
The blade of nature
and man severed our callow

The sun set,
set on the

The guardians
are at my door.
We kiss their lips
and join the parade.

Flying on wings
who we should be
As becomes normality;
We at the end of the rope

the mist, in the haze,
the doom's upon us
The dividing of nature
and man severed our breath

The sun set,
set on the