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Carver of LiesThe silence' oppressive wavesAwash with noise Drowning insides Cannot stand to compete All lost between faces Nothing will be regained from this Like a shimmering cloud-carpet Suffocating the holes of Where blood used to flow Insight is slowly depleted Thoroughly and thoughtlessly Anger never felt so right Like some sort of veil So strong, it will never fail Congregations of wave-fronts Standing in proud rows Ready to leap into shadows March into disintegration With eyes sown shut and muted screams Facets of the oblivious It seemed like an empty street Blood-red bricks came crashing down A pandemonic surge of tumbling hate Wander through gardens of spiritual afflictions Facing through restless walls The sweet scent of rotting apples and pyres of decrepit leaves With this blade Pacing through grey labyrinths Demon-clusterbombs and The thick flesh of hydra-fog Carve another path Of snowflake identity Never to look back Never to realize Carve another lie In the face of lies Solace is not in the Word Nor for any to reach Meekness inheritance Complete irrelevance Antagonism and enmity The only sound solution |