Leaf Eater
Quire
When we reach the edge of dawn
We will feel a scorching wound so deep
Life will yield to your unearthly flesh
And the thoughts will have flown
If I see streaks run red
It will scare the scissors in my mind
Cutting away cerebral litany
Forcibly
In torn, ragged robes
We will carry our personal crosses to mountain sides
Dark and sinister in our youth and age
Wisdoom failing against youthful vengedance
Lifting truth along with falsehoods
Lifting them up high
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