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i saw you standing there atop the ruins of natures fury you said it felt sad what was happening to us

neither of the two were the same without the friends holding them up or the crisp air blowing across their faces the moonlit vigil of tired travelers

when will we reach a point where looking becomes seeing and journeying far seems reasonably finished climaxing with some drunken car crash or slow death

for those left behind the love that departed days later was a secret kept tightly in some circles but its radiance lit up the sky

and blew mirrors across a page

interconnected, like a spiders web of minds, music, and maniacal mystery those dumb cunts became gods and ruled the carpets of broken houses

littered across time and tab the man was evil, his friends deadlier in the manner they cursed deities and found new idols to praise

burn it out fire it up again

with a new mountaintop a strange beginning in a far off land of milk and honey

combing the hairs of brilliance with each slip of the tongue on the harp of harmony in the kingdom of god peasants become priests and go to church with a knife in each hand a gun within the temples

we were such good friends nothing bomb can stay

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