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Lead me tortured dreams
Childhood of nights alone,
Wipe away years,
tears as dry as stone.

From of confusion,
illusions blossoms have grown.
Even now in furrows of
the doubt is sown.

My life's course is
by limits drawn
on charts of my past
and since I was born.

The

I carry the dust of a
cannot be shaken away
It deep within me
For I it every day.

You and I are answers;
The earth of the came to flesh,
by Time's rivers
To the we now possess.

share of my breath and my substance,
and mingle our and our times.
In bright, moments,
Our reasons are in our rhymes.

The of Baba Yaga

Double faces defense
Talk too loud but talk no
Yeah I see those smiling
Butter us up with lies

Talk to raise the dead
you know sure got fed
Trained apart from houses of
and hustlers pick the bone

The Gates of Kiev

Come forth, love's fire
Born in fire,
in life's fire.
Come forth, from love's

In the burning, of our yearning,
for to be.
And in there must be gain,
new life!

Stirring in, salty
and dark seams
where the sun gleams.

were, sent to the gates
Ride the of fate,
the tides of fate.
They were, sent to the

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

no end to my life,
no beginning to my
is life.