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Instead of death;
What hell do you live in?
As the sun breaks—
Upon the satin clouds
And a cliff of gold sparks.
With a wasteland of evil horrors,
Beneath my feet—
All that can be done is to observe,
For my heart is wrenched—
Twisted and pulled to a given shape,
Where I can feel no pain
Nor love that once was so great
As a beautiful flower – a poppy of sorts.
Now watch the moon pass and die,
Steal the life from my still beating soul.
What hell do you live in?
As the sun breaks—
Upon the satin clouds
And a cliff of gold sparks.
With a wasteland of evil horrors,
Beneath my feet—
All that can be done is to observe,
For my heart is wrenched—
Twisted and pulled to a given shape,
Where I can feel no pain
Nor love that once was so great
As a beautiful flower – a poppy of sorts.
Now watch the moon pass and die,
Steal the life from my still beating soul.