Generations, Peace and Love

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Generations! Peace! Love!

I stand, then fall, then die

Crashing myself into malicious intent

driving more of inner psychotics

Sing for me a tuneless song

Dear angels, of forgotten realms!

Dread the death of patron's gift

who perishes amidst desire,

They sang a mourning voice

Vocalize a telling lie

The madman speaks to no avail

For deafened angels that weeps and cries.

Crying; kept in coffins of Faith

Pulling their limbs, bit by bit

Sing it louder! The tuneless song

So, we can all lay down our hands,

So, we can all lay down our eyes,

For forlorn love that longs.


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