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The Voice / Second Moon
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Hover through the night, moonlight on sand. A son and mother, broken hearted. Bound tight, thoughts held still. Voices change the mood. Her eyes, sparkling green. Now she wants me. I can feel the pull, and it was meant to be. I won’t share the prize, she belongs to me. A knife in the back of a friend, to hinge on her word ‘til the end. Flutter down on broken wings, while i dream of all the ways to tell her things. A lonely life until tonight. The chance that we met, as though by divine light. If only i could open my eyes and see through all of her lies.
A hidden path led them in, just like us. Strangers still look the part, without trust. Transgression felt by one, blood will spill. But he fell to more than man, who weeps for him. Joined our cause, the pillar’s base took a name. Shadow cast a creature’s shape. We’ll never be the same.
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Wormsign
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The endless segments pass, a living war machine. Young man, blue in blue, ready to lead them through. Dig in, hold tight. Climb up to height. Such sights. Pushing forward across oceans of bronze to a fortress of gold. Inside the walls we attacked. A floor of bodies, dark as glass. A shining light from the mouth, and all the voices calling out. The time is ours to prevail, and no longer tell tall tales. A man of legend will be king, and he will teach us all to sing, together for the first time.
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Wills won’t bend. Time can’t mend. The space between hatred and our home. Land meets sea, so blue and green. Please let’s stay and watch the moon make waves. Length of stay, unknown to fate. Chance to take our rivals standing place. Meant so much. Sand, red to touch, breathe it in. Folding sheets of stars over. Floating, still, adrift. Sleep that calls us forth. Feel not a thing at all. Fall through darkness. All seen as through a dream.
I’ve seen your face somewhere in space. A joyful grin that draws me in close. A warm embrace with knives in place. Hate in your eyes, one of us dies tonight. Hand in hand we’re falling down and bleeding. Poisoned blade has missed the mark of my heart. Swiftest strike up through the mind, left you still.
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