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Anvil
05:04
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Eye for an eye, against my shadow.
That still lingers, around at the dawn.
Set out, to be a part.
Stepped out, unharmed.
I never saw it, without the pain inrushed.
Soon, when my light travels away, flows astray.
Anchored within, straight into the ground.
Never again, will I rise with the sun.
Eye for an eye ...
I never saw it ...
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Bleak
04:22
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See you on the doorsteps again,
without hope and a smile, thats bleak forever.
Smiling there, countless times again,
and the moon cycles up from nether.
My soul in the hay, my life's a dream.
Now we see the notes of silence,
written inside the widowed hearts.
Come! Break the crust!
Unveil and let the light extend now.
All the efforts done plainly out of fear,
out of the selfishness, of oneself.
From ill motivations and fear,
comes the view on the ruins of life.
Not much caring going on, in the bleak life of our days.
Flourish, mostly wasted into dust.
Sparks, that came to naught.
See you on the doorstep ...
What was found, that I already knew.
But refused to confront.
Too soon, it all becomes clear.
And the burden, is missed no more.
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The Beacon
06:11
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As it first appeared, greater than my present grounds.
Sanity displaced, I was called onto the shine.
My visions false, actions bypassed.
Ascending to a new sunset, though the same sun falls.
I just wanted, to find my ways.
But now it seems, I was wrong from the start.
In the mornings, we find new ways.
But the meaning, is obscured and in vain.
To see, in the void pits of the soul.
The flashlight works quite well.
A candle yields as good, trick's to light it on.
The grass is green as it is, your life is already a whole.
Always something that you can't see.
It passed by, now reach your hand.
Affirm the deceit.
Settle - for it's worth the whole.
What would have been, without the urge,
to walk behind the glass walls.
Stubborn, curious, firm, troubled,
all vanished before your eyes.
Clearing the openness, mindful the path it craves.
Shadowless, straightonward, lucid unfolding thee.
On the wings of gray emissions, not forgetting the night.
Night, when the dreams dreamt of you.
Oh now, here they are.
All the signs, that I couldn't see.
All the chances claimed are now thrown away.
Moments are prized with the time from the soul.
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Shaded Paths
04:45
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A touch felt long ago, you became the grounds.
I stood certain, upon this fiction soil.
Then you dissapeared, beneath my feet.
I've lived through the wrongs and the rights.
Observed, learned my mistakes.
I saw through the fall and rupture.
I looked, onward to creation.
Grasped, the end of the union.
And saw, my dreams in vain.
The wanderer, his longing.
And joy at rest.
In the pines, awaits my comfort.
With the breeze, goes my effort.
Longing, for a green flow of life.
Longing, for a severed piece of heart.
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