The silence of an angry eye,
Demons who not know their mothers.
The soil of a fence away.
I come from home to find home.
The darkness in my heart shines failure,
Or am i just to scared to be a success?
The dark haunts the moon like a way
To every sinful soul afore the day
And i cannot pray without questioning God.
I have seen what many can see,
I have dreamnt what many can dream.
I have seen groan dawn its stomach to the dust bins.
I have felt winter preen my hair underneath a cardboard.
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