The sound of this music, scratching notes within the left side of my head,
A perfect dystopia, crafted by the decay of scorching breath,
The only wind that blows,
Comfort, away, is swept.
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The words cried themselves echoes, in the right side of my mind, from empty streets, littered with sand,
A society, long ago, lost,
So is the current direction of man.
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What is the joy of destroying the already broken, whom we all can relate, and stand, even just as I am?
The tears that hide within the eternal firmament that have once flooded the visage of the earth,
In times of primitive armies and primordial lands.
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Now, divided by our own personal rain-clouds, the only that flow are streams upon the face,
Many have been born without luck,
To this reality, most in common, mourn to relate.
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Applaud with me, my people! Let it roar as loudly as rain!
Learn, even to laugh at yourselves,
This is what few keeps us sane.

© Lunaris