Crumbling rust and rain,
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The stains reveal the years to me.
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No fears come close to entropy.
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The slowest choking of beauty.
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So metaphorical the paint,
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And tearing paper cries.
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Such wettened eyes revealing
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What comes to everyone in time.
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The cracking edges rushing in,
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To show the bone behind the soul,
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Control is far beyond all reach,
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I seek an answer that's not "no".
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Inside my organs burning,
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Creeping into rotting shells.
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Outside this skin's surrender.
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To the father of the muse of hell.
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I will refuse the knife of time.
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The sickness of encroaching lines.
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Pushing my light into the bleak.
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Chasm of this snow-blind deceit.
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This weak frame will falter,
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And wither like the rotting leaves,
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Are we of sterner stuff than flesh,
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Perhaps the things that we believe?
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Are we enhancing evolution, or just spackling the faults,
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Expectancy is such a focus, blind to windows for the walls.
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Forever calls me, is it teasing, or sincere?
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On one hand of time is bliss, but on the other hand eternal fear.
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So as the light lies fading, And eyelids turn to lead,
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We'll never know what is or isn't, Waiting for us till we're...
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Snowblind Entropy
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| Luxt |
