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WINGS
Overtime and over the Mars of our birthright, we gloat
In the deepest canyon of mortality our lies float
Of good intentions our clouds shall rain and also cloth
Where fire burns and water turns
To fuel our lives when we run
Deceit is a mother, deeds get done
Eyes like Judas we sting them with gluttony
Rephrase your discontent and you will swallow treason
Against the potter whose name is to begin
In the war of this world's until this is the end.
In the deepest canyon of mortality our lies float
Of good intentions our clouds shall rain and also cloth
Where fire burns and water turns
To fuel our lives when we run
Deceit is a mother, deeds get done
Eyes like Judas we sting them with gluttony
Rephrase your discontent and you will swallow treason
Against the potter whose name is to begin
In the war of this world's until this is the end.
Published 14th Oct 2014
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