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Watershed
Resonance who manifests itself in absurd rhythms oscillations on the screen I breathe, periods of air that fluctuate periods of air that hover i am the movement and the noise in your eardrums deus ex caelo comes down in a bouncing mass would he breathe the moving vibration would he suck up the... -
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Kingdom in the Mirror I believe you need a mirror. You see, when I look at it, I see a face with pimples and freckles, and perhaps a few spots, where beard used to grow. But what do you see, when you gaze into glass? I believe you see yourself, reflected with a smile, whitened teeth... -
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Thrive on Fire Thrive on fire - you must try, In throes of shadow we walk. Every hour danced away, And we take no step forward. Mask of fireflies that bedazzle; Like candles on insects, Drawing men to the flame. Home in straw, home at last. Burdened in the wake of life, Smart children without... -
Watershed
Blood Spilling In The Reeds, There they carried through the brown reeds the pallid corpses of dead fish floating ascending from the water fizzles a fume the stench of poison in the green lake smoke rises from our ruins of concrete radiate the soil into sand and rocks dry up your tears that... -
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Journey Inside The Earth Turned through holes of victims; dug up the coin inside a cave. And when I looked at it - two-sided; Cast in the mould and came out all like a copper circle in the rocks. When I dig deeper into the core I bring nothing but a trail of wine and bread to seal my flesh... -
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Start Something I breathed poison dirt Whisked away the tears I started something and I don't want it to end Screamed noises Streaming faces I can brave the rain I can defeat the cold Snow falls deeply into my shoes The wind howls on my cheeks And all I think about is the wool Manifesting... -
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Push the Dirt Around read the words, mother I thought I heard them say it's time to find out find out who you are they push the dirt around dig a hole for the body they say when the flowers die nothing bad may be spoken the flowers are too dead to wither "she ain't dead yet!" but you know who... -
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Sara Goldfarb Has Left The Building can see smoke on a screen dancing lights who's coming out of the television who's got my red dress and my pills i can't fit into you... whispered names to call sanity i don't know what is left or right bruised arms and howling rain girlfriend barfed and all... -
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Faith in a Pogo Stick I jumped around on a new pogo stick, Unwinding and shrinking the coil thick, I thought that I would jump sky high. Maybe I would hit a white cloud and fly, But I fell down to the ground too early, And left my mind and soul quite surly. "What?" exclaimed none so sure as I... -
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Drowned In A Forest Puddle among the fumes I am a wicked waste breathed poison with sweet aftertaste I drew hate downwards into my lung knocked my confidence down a rung drowning in a puddle of my own juice self-asphyxiation is such a clever ruse the essence of feeling bad is reality sucked... -
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Never She stood on the hill, looked over the forest - she would always be up there in my mind - so far away that having her is the hardest task I have ever dared to face. I am not brave enough to tell her how I feel, and what exactly I happen to feel inside. I do not know how to tell her for... -
Watershed
The Angel and the Whore I. Birth Born of the sacred words, Given to the world by grace. Shining a silvery light, Down onto a cold face. Bear with me until the coming days.... She will arise underneath my rays. I am the one heavenly servant Destined to raise this infant. A smile on a newborn... -
Watershed
Deathwish sort of troubled: it's a question you ask yourself, when you are sort of troubled: it's a feeling you get when you are down. sort of like it just came out of the blue, when you thought sort of like it would disappear but it stayed to mess around. sort of like the blood crawling down... -
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Images of Ancient War - Part 1: Battle of Thermopylae The sun descended on the valley of death. The pass between the cliffs Guarded by a thousands. A Spartan tactic to fight till the bitter end. They lay in wait, hidden in the bush. Onward the Persians marched with legions of swords... -
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The Isolated Sanctuary The green reeds waved solidly in the spring breeze, White geese swam circles in the pond - wheezed At invisible passers-by on bicycles, clinking their bells. A small paradise located at a shallow wishing well. She always used to sit under the old oak's leaves, Huddled... -
Watershed
…And Then They Died a vision of a world covered deeply in cold layers of snow a thick blanket of white draped over a huge sheet of ice the weakened sun floats low on the clear blue horizon the darkness settles for months over these barren lands a thick veil of death hangs above the desert... -
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New Year's Day Smouldering remains piled up, Scattered ashes drift away. The pyre smothered by time Scars in the blackened land. Trees grow not in the waste, Acidic soil burns their roots. The fumes poison the grassland Its charred rings fan outward. They lit a candle for the damned, Cursed...