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How soon The rains did throw you to the grounds Ho

How soon The rains did throw you to the grounds How soon You lay prostrate, Found a crack within the ground to bury your face How soon, The walls don’t hear voice Then suddenly voices from the chambers appear like a dream These walls have broken down to give way, To the crowd You did lose your innocence But it was nothing compared to how the moon judged you differently previously, After that first kiss The numbers were few who told you to continue Then you did Now you have succeeded in throwing fire into the crowd They will cry for themselves They will throw their tears unto you They will shout every moan to the heavens They will mention your name like a curse And the heavens will descend onto earth, On a horse with scrolls And the scrolls will be spread even amongst those who weren’t part of the crowd. Even ghosts will feel your fire And be spread, your sorrows These fires will burn your sorrows into ashes The ashes will be stored in vessels And the vessels shall be shared, Like a cattle sacrificed on the seventh moon. Time passes, but the clouds don’t reckon your changing colours The clouds will turn dark And change into grey quickly Then switch to faint Just to camouflage your changing faces Hamstar.Invictus A crowd smelling of gasoline
How soon The rains did throw you to the grounds How soon You lay prostrate, Found a crack within the ground to bury your face How soon, The walls don’t hear voice Then suddenly voices from the chambers appear like a dream These walls have broken down to give way, To the crowd You did lose your innocence But it was nothing compared to how the moon judged you differently previously, After that first kiss The numbers were few who told you to continue Then you did Now you have succeeded in throwing fire into the crowd They will cry for themselves They will throw their tears unto you They will shout every moan to the heavens They will mention your name like a curse And the heavens will descend onto earth, On a horse with scrolls And the scrolls will be spread even amongst those who weren’t part of the crowd. Even ghosts will feel your fire And be spread, your sorrows These fires will burn your sorrows into ashes The ashes will be stored in vessels And the vessels shall be shared, Like a cattle sacrificed on the seventh moon. Time passes, but the clouds don’t reckon your changing colours The clouds will turn dark And change into grey quickly Then switch to faint Just to camouflage your changing faces Hamstar.Invictus A crowd smelling of gasoline
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