Spin the many heartened hate to become
what we wish we knew when we said hello
Wait upon a word caste away
And pray and pray and pray
There shall be a day when the hope of man rest in some high strung note
it is not this day
intrusion
into the heart of thought painted white
rearrange
we know you can
spikes are digging deeper
strings awakening wilder
Alone in the song of a thorn
the glass once a reflection hesitates to the mirror
Fast paced losing races
Pity bids no hardened faces
(we shall cry for you if you meant it)
((the only trouble is the decided time has but slipped away))
(((its just a lie)))
Don't spend your time unraveling what when set lose is but an extended strength for a saviour.
---its not mine
no longer
Now who's trying to hard?
Decide for yourself what you take from this.
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