In the tide of once was
In the forest of once knowing
That further from the light was the truth
That swallowed such kings whole
No minister sprang words from his throat
Nor wolves gnashing their teeth at new born babes
It is the words of such foolish tales that keep men at bay
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Many pieces torn into shreds, year by year. Fragile bits cracking gently but never mending. To the core that binded never was. We traveled... -
Forgive me for being on this fast track, This train keeps passing the stations I’m suppose to be getting off. A night here in paradise h...
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Time did not stand still It shaped its road for us to leave the past To rain soaked pavements, fallen leaves, high altitudes underneath the ...
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