Missed opportunities are sometimes the worst mistakes

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The flame has no shadow, it is the source of light

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Demons sensationalize destruction
Everything they’re touching
Organize production
Lead us to corruption
Satan’s not seduction
That’s my deduction

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Sometimes I feel like a spotlight for catastrophe

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Am I to blame for the ruins left?
And In my stupor, the gloom we felt?

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Well I found my mysterious death
But it wasn’t that mysterious
I fell right of the cliff
Well, it doesn’t take experience

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Life cannot evolve with man hunting it to extinction
In politics, we sway left or right, but there is no distinction

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You don’t exist
Ignore the bruising ’round your fist
I’m off your list
Ignore the boundary, not the fence

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The veil is standing
She is misinterpreting
You are king
You’ve forgotten everything

Lilith can see
Father has no desire
for Queen
He loves the fire
of the sun setting

We were taught to be first, therefore someone has to lose?
So, if you have won, I must have the blues?

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They retract, in perfect circles, to divide
one by one
They retract, but I won’t have the strength to ever pull them back
They multiply and then they attack
I flee, but I am off track

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One day, the cliffs are going to slide
But I won’t be by your side
One day you gotta face the tide
But it won’t be while I’m alive

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I loved him before moon could form
I told him so in letter
Before earth was born
With all creation tethered
Into our storm

I send him gifts that he calls mine 👀

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There will come a time, you won’t be able to free me from this earth
Or the pain that you caused, when you unleashed this curse

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He’s been following me
Through midnight’s trail of heresy

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You’ve turned my core
Into a white dwarf

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I allow my pain to oscillate
I build a house on a prairie, right by the lake

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Watch how quickly you fade from the rearview

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They will say it’s solar flares causing my death

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He is her window to another world

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The waters will rise
God promised high tides

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I know I am worthless
But he once gave me purpose

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I stopped burning the doctrine
I know world is rotten

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He coldly directed her to clasps her hands in contrition, she rarely stopped writing

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Doctors and nurses are the enemy, and scientist’s with degree

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Is she an unforgettable roadside attraction?

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Once he’s gone, he won’t be back
He’s too good at that

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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