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Ritualist
04:36
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Every day is the same
I can see the future because every day is the same
Wake up and begin the routine
Every day is just as it seems
Out of options, imbalanced
Trying to weigh the possibilities
Of what it takes
Faith is slipping
Frustrated by uncertainty
Wake up and begin the routine
Every day is just as it seems
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Nothing but a Burden
02:55
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Deep is the sadness that gloomily comes over me,
Again I slip, Lord, into your house.
Long was the journey, my limbs are weary,
The shrines are empty, only against is full.
My thirsty tongue desires wine.
The battle was hard, my arm is stiff.
I feel air from another planet.
I faintly through the darkness see faces
Friendly even now, turning toward me.
And trees and paths that I loved fade
So I can secretly know them and you bright
Beloved shadow—summoner of my anguish--
Are You only exhausted completely in deep glowing
In the frenzy of the fight
With a pious show of reason.
I lose myself in toils and tones, circling,
With unfortunate thanks, I give Blessing
Beneath desires, I feel myself to the great breath.
A violent wind passes over me
In the thrill of combat where I lay in the cries
In dust flung on me by women on the ground:
Then I see a flame’s mist rising
In a sun-filled expanse
That includes only the fairest mountain hatches.
The land looks white.
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Crustacean Eulogy
04:30
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We’re your friends.
Wait for work and family carry.
Replied in name-only thing,
Owe his hands into your parents.
Without will, it made him smile,
Smiling like a little girl.
She prayed, she hoped they would:
They shook their hands, they were going.
She asked…but for later. Pulling the heart.
Carry it before it closes.
We’re your friends.
Wait for work and family carry.
Fainted. Please, God, take his…
He argued, stunned, waiting for something.
It was hard to say nothing had happened before,
When we could understand it;
Stay home and meet them.
Shipping early ones.
“Does it take its seat?” she wondered.
Excuses the group, invitations were both on time.
Father…Father placed it.
He caused so much trouble.
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Admission
05:03
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I keep my good eye open.
Who can tell?
There might be someone in the night.
What was that?
The dropping of a leaf?
Or a footfall in the darkness?
Is someone there?
No.
Only the shaking of a leaf.
I keep my good eye open just the same.
Tomorrow, maybe.
I keep my good eye open.
Who can tell?
There might be someone in the night.
No.
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Consequence
03:32
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There are no saviors
Only witnesses
They gather all around
Awaiting failure
No one ever seems to notice
No one even cares
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Fault of the Sun
12:07
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Witness the cold scale lament
And eyes doing battle with anything that’s left
No stranger to the finer things
Or Earth’s sweet novelty
But I’ll find a way to let you know who’s coming for me
Answered, crying, mumbled, grinning
I'm sorry, no more
On either side of the door
Since you've been alone
The morning's twin
Nothing to live with me
Longing for the return, sighing, waiting
Monday morning like no other
I'm still asleep standing up,
But you've been gone since then
If I could only find the place where I can remember
She's not telling you no anymore
It's hardly a surprise
But I insist
However long it takes
No more, on the other side of the door
Since you've been alone
This morning's twin
Nothing to live with me
Longing for the return, sighing, waiting
Gasping for air,
Begging for more
Upon hearing the will
It looks just like you
And no matter how tall I build it up
It just gets closer and closer
Staring
I'm cold now, numb to the advances
Since all you wanted was to watch
Take it and walk away
Tell us all about it.
Was he gentle? Did you cry?
Close the door and maybe you'll feel better
What is not yet another, instead her own...
I should know better by now
Sorry
Maybe it meant something else
At least I thought
Her eyes fell into view from behind the mirror
She'd been peering through
Witness the cold scale lament
The pain only deepens
(To let you know who’s coming for me)
She’s not telling me anything anymore
It’s hardly a surprise
But I insist
How long does it take?
No more on the other side of the door
The morning’s twin
Nothing to live with me
Longing for the return, singing and waiting
Gasping for air
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