They stand alone,
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listlessly innocent with crimson soaked petals full blossomed and thorned.
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I'm burning all my roses tonight with intent to purify,
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Flames to burdens disintegrate to ashes,
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purification flames to burdens to ashes.
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I rest my mind on the thought of something not of this world,
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searching for a place where dreams never die.
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A place not of this world.
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Searching for something else, such a place exists
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and resides in the solitude of a heart.
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Such a place exists beneath a tangled mesh of thorns.
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So take a flame to your garden,
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your precious collection that only brings dissatisfaction
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as it grows without an end.
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I feel the petals burn and the smoke drifts.
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I feel the petals burn and the grey night clouds carry me away
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from this place and for one pure moment I am free.
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Disintegrating Eden
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This Day Forward |