if my mouth fly open
let the truth take away what everyone knows
and blind you no futher
but stamp out all sound
for we both know what's to come
and just wait for the day
where we sew what we reap
and the words hang like clouds
when the storm marches on
and lighting touches all
and walls rumble
like the belly of the beast itself
lined with silver
hearts of old
minds no other
left alone
we've lost eachother
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