The river will wash away all of the sins.
The despair that weaves in the air.
The days draw long and where are the angels now?
Their song; The river will wash away everything.
The stream flows down and follows no path.
The end is not near but only in your heart.
The river leads to the ocean that knows more suffocation.
The heart of those meek beast;
Beats no more.
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Placed in a hole, I’m waiting for a beacon to shine its light upon my hand. To look at you straight into eyes, cast down up cement memories.... -
We are the agents of despair knocking on your door. If you answer you will see a sickle and scythe, We are not malicious nor will we come af...
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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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