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Tribulation
01:35
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Death, 'tis a melancholy day
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away
To seek her last abode.
In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies
To darkness, fire and pain.
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It gets worse.
We woke up one day and all we do is work.
We all talk about how we hate this place but are we so naïve as to think things could be better?
The grass is no longer green because we poisoned it all.
There's no distance great enough to separate yourself from your inadequacies,
You can never run fast enough to escape their line of sight.
You have all the look of a skull but with none of the grinning charm,
Lank hair, sharp ribs, stop what you are doing and sleep.
Minds are lost, smiles are lost, confidence is lost,
You are dishonest and lost, shuttered and struggling.
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I hope the final blow of your hands against my teeth
cause lacerations of sufficient irritation
that I can splutter one last laugh.
The only reason I don't turn tail and run, is because
Spite will crash me against your shorelines, keep me ragged and close,
Keep me ragged and close.
The actions of the outer regions of love and hatred manifest themselves in remarkably similar ways.
Where is the ceiling of your tolerance set?
What level of cruelty are you prepared to accept?
Did you mean what you said? Did you mean what you said?
Your pacifism undermines the sincere devotion of love.
I am here for revenge.
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Careworn
06:01
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I hesitate to commit this to words,
for as they rise through my mouth they take root in my brain,
and ever more real will ever remain.
Ever since the hospital,
the opiates and the ketamine,
we're harder now in everything.
Oh misery, accept we five.
Death's false start,
his failure our triumph,
has left us ever waiting his certain early return.
Ever tense for adjudicators whistle
that will bring us to the ring again,
casts a shadow over every day,
that won't be lifted until he's taken away.
Uncertainty once relieved,
will be replaced with all the the relief a coffin can give,
And not a thing can be done about it,
and so are our lives;
Unchanging.
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Entr'acte
04:23
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I refuse for this to be conclusion,
As I shrink inwards.
As things ever worsen, as things ever worsen,
Life will be my next defiance.
Be it in jails or this rented house,
Sooner a dour path than an ignorant one.
I would exchange any semblance of youth for stronger hands, tougher fists.
I will trade what charm I have for firmer resolve.
Even when so much anger has coursed through these veins I do not doubt that they will be fit to pump joy.
I need only knowledge enough to spell out freedom,
I need only enough life blood to see out the struggle.
I refuse for this to be conclusion.
And a restless summers end wind reminds me of how handsome we will be in the frost,
I will walk this frozen path of hatred until I reach the thaw.
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