monuments to this
storms never stop
storms never start
how it rains
how it reigns
shiny shrines to this
matter never stop
matter never start
how they pray
how they prey
if your naked dance to this
if your dying here is a kiss
in this house the shadows hiss
and in your eyes the walls shift
when your alone please think of me
raised by wolves in raising seas
but dont you cry for me
just shapes in your daydreams
the earths center is an hour glass
and every sand is a liars laugh
th ejokes are told, the moments pass
as you race to place last
i want to croon
i want to wail
i want to bleed
i want to fail
i want a storm for me to sail
in that moment so frail
the mute swan
crys to cain
at abels feet, oh so slain
i can hear her song today
his blood drips from our mouths
east west north and south
cains all encompassed claim
the gravity of this gravity
is slowly draining me
purple mountain majesty
sea to shining sea
every plot and pyrimid sceam
abels burried undernieth
still no one hears the mute swan sings today
dark, soft, and listless
could someone fix this
up to our necks in sand
streets, veigns, and map books
could some on fix this
up to our gills in hooks
the sexiest dogfight
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