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Sickness of Sorrow
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Created on 1-7-08
so when the tides are broken
let the children die
for words can replace only madness in hell
following into the end lights of bitter surrender
we told the gods to try to see
but in the end all the pacisfists reigned
lively the day still blinds the eyes
woven an intricate web of tears
little shards of broken glass withers and decays
like holding onto bitter reasons
the fallen invoke the unborn
to rise high with unrivaled pain, mirrored in darkest baths
fullfil me now and I'll tear the heavens
contract the bowels in deafening obsession
let forever be never, and never the key
we'll drown in sickness of sorrow
forgetting to listen to the siren's song of spattered veils
little though the pain does stray, like holy bruises of ghastly homes
so let the wicked blend with us
and repell the bondings of eternal love
it'll only bless our ways
and today the earth seems cold and void
a rotting violent field
this is today, and tomorrow we will die
let the children die
for words can replace only madness in hell
following into the end lights of bitter surrender
we told the gods to try to see
but in the end all the pacisfists reigned
lively the day still blinds the eyes
woven an intricate web of tears
little shards of broken glass withers and decays
like holding onto bitter reasons
the fallen invoke the unborn
to rise high with unrivaled pain, mirrored in darkest baths
fullfil me now and I'll tear the heavens
contract the bowels in deafening obsession
let forever be never, and never the key
we'll drown in sickness of sorrow
forgetting to listen to the siren's song of spattered veils
little though the pain does stray, like holy bruises of ghastly homes
so let the wicked blend with us
and repell the bondings of eternal love
it'll only bless our ways
and today the earth seems cold and void
a rotting violent field
this is today, and tomorrow we will die
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