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I never,
I never believed,
In man or saviors.
This world in decline,
This world of decline,
The needle, the wasted.
-Absolution in addiction-
They speak control,
In surviving never whole.
Let them find god, to save them-
Let them know solace, in our demise-
We fight for nothing, yet still we fight-
We die for nothing. Worthless-
Save the deed of living down
to the concrete graves of promise.
The city gives and takes away,
Brick by brick, dignity and pride,
The thieves will strip us bare,
The vultures rise in our weakness.
The city sleeps for no man,
A morgue for the prophet,
the preacher and the poor man-
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Liar's Cross
13:46
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No value to life or living,
Just heartache and strife,
Upon hash and gin,
Altered, and left sad.
The panic,
The strain,
A grieving heart, in pain.
Discarded, disrupted, and gone.
(Gone)
In these times, of blackened grace,
Without dignity, the dark and the light.
To fade away, to leave nothing behind,
Without redemption, no hope in man,
In these arms, a life in mourning,
Without hope, the end means nothing.
Arise
Awaken
To this decline
The stench of centuries
An old death
of failure.
(Failures)
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The Wayward and the Lost
12:00
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Hope,
is a lie.
Is a cold death,
A lonely fate.
Death is slow,
A slower decline,
We fade away,
We suffer life,
in great defeats.
Hope, the biggest lie,
is a cold death,
A lonesome fate.
Life is fading away,
Never reaching bliss.
Release me,
From the pain I've seen.
A wasted life
of great defeats.
Forgive me,
my eyes to shame.
The final cry,
a grieving heart of regrets.
Absolve me
The life that I take
The defeated man
The meaningless lives.
Forgive me,
this life that I take.
Forgive me,
The burdens of our time.
The dishonor of man.
The wayward and the lost,
A grieving, a loss.
The huddled poor,
The weary masses
March to the end.
The noble death,
is a lie, denied.
With loss.
Alone in exile,
Take me away from this
unforgiving, unloved existence.
One more dead.
The call the toll
the road
to loss...
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Savior-Nemesis-Redeemer
07:21
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Nothing-
There is nothing, left to save.
No redeemer. No savior.
No prophet
for the poor man,
No progress of the soul.
To defeat me-
When I am down.
To condemn me-
To this struggle.
Release me
from this pain.
So far away
from myself-
Wandering still
into a barren field.
Alone.
...with loss,
To feel nothing
To feel nothing
To feel nothing
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Satyr
16:20
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We, the futile,
Hand of man's failures,
We, the worthless
Forgotten, the void
Of light, Of suffering
Ruins
Of loss
The remains
The isolation
Farewell
To dreams
God
The deceiver
The tyrant
The old man
Born to serve
We are
All slaves
to decline.
Deceit, before dishonor,
The conceit is control,
Usurper, of free men,
Blindly, following
in the name of God.
Deviate,
Divide,
The hunted,
The scorned,
Hold on-
To your guns
To your drugs
The end is near
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Beneath Oblivion Cincinnati, Ohio
Hold on--
To your guns
To your drugs
The end is near.
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