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Too bright to be…

the former judgement of space

Strangled freedom has no place in this life

Be it granted physical or mental

In a passage of pain

this crowning shall push the usage back



Be it granted physical or mental

In a passage of pain

Hiding without reason

and leaving without either

A mass for the strangled

without the redness of a putrid forgiveness

the lakes flood out of understanding

of quieter times

with the eyes of the dead sloth

and the piles of burned bears

trading their likeness

for the betrayal of this suffering bloodline

The magnitude of sanctity

shouldn’t betray these moments of thought

Counting back

one still finds the faces little changed