Can't make it workAsking the question the cause of the problem
The silent and broken ones
Tremble with fear.
Yup
at least you don't have to look at the explanation of my devId anymore XD
Alone The ProviderArt thou so cruel? To where hath thy tender passions fled? Here I stand, On cliffs and knives and ever crumbling slopes, And yet thou hast no pity for my state; These sanguine tears to flow And saturate the soil.Alone The Provider
Thy cause is for the wound and not the cure. I seek thy warming touch upon my flesh, Yet am bitten by the cold; These icy daggers penetrate my softer sighs And make me mourn with piercing loss, My tears a river frozen in thy glance.
We are but holes and voids and empty souls Which seek but cannot find our fill. I look t
Words Against The WallBitterness is so becoming of this heart, This lovely face, these features twisted by those memories. The thought that I am so easily discarded,Words Against The Wall
So easily removed from the heart and senses The tension that tugs the muscle, Takes the mirth and makes it into something sharper.
Cut away the pain of the abandonment. So says the voice that slides into my psyche To darken my soul like ink among the waters; It only takes a moment for those tendrils to dissolve The clarity it once possessed,
To steal the once unwrought resolve.
To think that I once thought of
Of Rain, Of SleepMy eyes are drifting shut; This blue-grey sky has its own gravity, A force which falls not unlike Those very missiles Which mark and make their beds Above my own.Of Rain, Of Sleep
This spirit, this ether Which draws me to my slumber Is like a lover’s breath, A lingering kiss that beguiles my better senses And makes my waking thoughts
To drift and then dissolve Into dreams.
Sweet and succulent rain, How you make the world to rest And grow; Mine limbs in throes of sleep, Those greener things in drooping patience, Their many argent arm
Flame of ZionZion, city, where might I find thee? Where thy turrets, walls, thy gates? How long shall grief revile us ‘Till thy banners peace proclaim? How our weary hearts are gathered Yet we wait for thee the same.Flame of Zion
Father, savior, reigning o’er us All our fears and grief and shame Ever growing, ever failing We who rise to seek our fames. Breathe on us thy guiding Spirit Cleanse our souls with gracious flame.
Shall we turn and watch the mountains Lift our eyes to view the dawn Till that day when we, surrounded By thy presence find our home? &
Obsessed
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