“Tears… Tears So
Pure”
The dusk so
drawn… Pulling down to dawn… Is it morning or noon… How do I know… I’m so so new… Rolling
down the old… Stories off the fold…Tears… Tears so pure…
Touching high…
Touching low… The heart felt so pure… Erasing all so the past… Running down the
flask… Flask not thou broken… Old flowers have been soaking… The water gone too
dull… Smelling like an old skull… Skull full the skills… Used so true to fulfill…
Fulfilling the gallows of glory… Lives they live shallowly…
Is it morning or
noon… How do I know… I’m so so new… Rolling down the old… Stories off the fold… Tears…
Tears so pure…
Letting go…
Makes you grow… None was… Will be so… What’s to happen… Has happened… Will
happen… As to happen… None knows… None to know… Ego growling… Times crawling… Men
of steel… Man thou steal… Robbing the self… Hurting the shelf… Depressive
oppression… Catastrophic the masses… Thou riding their asses…
Is it morning or
noon… How do I know… I’m so so new… Rolling down the old… Stories off the fold… Tears…
Tears so pure…
Money sounds
funny… Churn out all fun bunny… Robbing stealing the one close… You too Brutus…Heart’s
galore… Was money so cunning… None brought it… None would take… The luggage of
deeds are at stake… Stocking all up… The world to see… It’s the mirror one has
to fleer…
Is it morning or noon… How do I know… I’m so so new… Rolling down the
old… Stories off the fold… Tears… Tears so pure…
Where to go…
From where one came… Nothing lasts… Nothing will… These tears so dear… Don’t
dry… One fears… So close so numb… Hearts of venom… Stinging the self… Suffering
so all… None made it alive… Dying to live… Living to live… The death we live… Killing
the self… To beat the death… Death the lover… That never betrays… Living
forever… Killing the self…
Is it morning or noon… How do I know… I’m so so new…
Rolling down the old… Stories off the fold… Tears… Tears so pure…
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