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The Scepter
19:13
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A king will rise inside, in mind away from light
Mighty without a might...
A prison made by me, my wisdom and my pride
Concrete walls of air...
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Holding my dreadful scepter, ruling the world in shade
Spoiled like a king is, a clown
Servants made of clay, kneeling before my will
Laughing and laughing aloud, the king
This anger consumes my mind
I have forgotten the human form
I cover the shame with disgust
Servants made of clay, kneeling before my will
Laughing and laughing aloud...
Shapeless, silent, perfect...
Countless, talking hell...
Roaring, starving, mocking...
Shapeless, silent, perfect hell
Trying to trick my mind, tearing my sick throat apart...
Freedom lies no more, and sanity is gone away.
I can't erase my nightmares, I am what I remained to believe in
Every moment is getting less, every moment is getting worse
Trying to trick my mind, tearing my sick throat apart to speak...
An endless spin is reality, the one I was always plead for
Utopia, a bliss..
An imitation of life, an excellent sharp room
A cage, a crown...
This scepter points the sea...
This scepter repeals...
This scepter moves the waters...
This scepter condemns...
This scepter abolish...
This scepter gives forms.
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Departures
17:14
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Today, I stepped on my soul.
I fed it with sulfur and soil.
The wise one foretold correctly.
Things took their place as they ought to.
A red rooster brought some laughter
A silly mistake is over... Thank God...
Growing hate within,
An offer of the pure.
Shameless are my words.
A tombstone on my throat.
Spoken truths silent
Cover the worst of lies.
Growing hate within,
An offer of the pure.
Windmills you fool, no giants at all
They are all dead now, so long deceased
The great escape, went away...
Growing cage within,
An offer of the pure
Growing rage within,
An offer of the pure
...and the wind begins to fall apart
Like the statues of my pride.
Departures of all.
Forgiveness of nothing
Departures of all.
...and the empty scaffold of mine
Living a wasted life
...and the prisons of a poisoned mind
Leaving a wasted life.
Departures of all.
Forgiveness of nothing
Departures of all.
...and the wind begins to recall
Every single hour.
Departures of all.
Forgiveness of nothing.
Departures of all.
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The pressure of silence
The air is ending, like the sand
Pointless expression of life
It grows inside and yes, inside is the place.
I cannot erase my nightmares
It's a simple joyous carnival of nothing
Empty eyes
Surround a thousand deaths
They belong to me, they are all mine
I own their septic scent
Encircling countless sorrows
Written in a paper made of ash and water.
The eerie calmness of the defeat
No use for fighting no more
A battlefield... a life!
Digging graves in mind
Soil above my head
Coffins of the silent ones
Whispering curses
The only way out of misery
Is to embrace the perfect despair.
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Sailing...
17:52
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Corrosion of a normal mind, yelling from its normal grave...
Religion of hate, and it is so glorified...
Gray as an actor can be, laughing for this horrid joke.
Religion of hate, and it is so glorified...
Dead for a thousand years,
Speaking through an empty mirror
Walls can not hold the rage
Of someone who lives no more
Of someone who cares no more
Oblivion, rage, shame, dark, mad, inhumane.
Buried thoughts in the smallest box, no reason of light, no point for air,
Dead for a thousand years...
Marching among this wasteland...
Hearing every single hour
Of this pointless life I lived in shame
Counting waves at a shore.
Sea of vastness, holds my dirty hands
Pulling under my voice
Storm surrounds me, no point for fighting, maybe I'll win...
Sea's my only home, I have to return, I am so welcomed...
Thick as a molten land
Polluting the aspects of life
Gasping for air...
Crawling, sinking again
Breathing, covered by dust
Words have lost their meaning...
It's time to reveal my tragedy, my rampant sickness inside
I tried to learn for life without being able to conceive it.
I hate this act, I 've been assigned of
I plead for the one, the one bitter end...
I pay for all who see no way in life
Crawling, sinking again
Breathing, covered by dust
Words have lost their meaning...
For all who are slaves of their collapse.
I taste all of the joys after all.
And I'm willing for a disgraceful death.
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