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I may
I rage inside with illusions broken from a haste of consumption as I found
nothing more then madness greater then the sad eyes following me along
my plight of ignorance as I dance with a devil to a lullabie greet a angels smile
to entice the beauty of sight found by the bend greased with lies filling change
with chance flying around in a voice of sewn on wings broken from the inside of
Mind bleeding what has become my second choice of six words written for me to
follow,be it I sing a great divide in circles left for me to rage far into a illusion
colored with sound choking beneath my wings
nothing more then madness greater then the sad eyes following me along
my plight of ignorance as I dance with a devil to a lullabie greet a angels smile
to entice the beauty of sight found by the bend greased with lies filling change
with chance flying around in a voice of sewn on wings broken from the inside of
Mind bleeding what has become my second choice of six words written for me to
follow,be it I sing a great divide in circles left for me to rage far into a illusion
colored with sound choking beneath my wings
Published 4th Jun 2014
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