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Oh, my faltering few,
Words, lies, ideas,
Formed fumbling and free,
birthed forth from introspecting.

Thus I destroy,
with the passions that burn me up,
Now they spit and flash,
black smoke pours out my mouth.

Not a heartless thought,
but a hate filled heart,
been biding my time for this,
annihilation divine.

Let this plan be the ending of words,
let this action the undoing of guards,
let this fire be the burning of flags,
let this moment be the freedom of man.

My eyes, for all your eyes,
blind or not tonight we die,
To the potential broken glass in every jaw,
we will sing a smashing song.
with fate you lay in a bed of webs,
neglect dictates where you go next.

With arms tied together, we ride wherever.
ideas fly between us, we both need this.
finally our minds unbound, we understand the sound.
reality be reshaped, this wish this curse this spell, break fate.


from All of Them Witches, released December 21, 2012




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