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"Dropping"
We are dropping away from nothing.
Our hollow solitude never protects.
No longer we live in a dream.
We have always lived in another realm.
Crying nights are always dreary.
We fall making a deep impact in the ground.
After, following the great impact.
We are dropping again.
Yet, it is another who is hollow.
Being pulled away from their dream.
How does it feel to be dragged from a realm?
Dreary our tears whisper in the wind.
A dream can't tell the future.
The impact wasn't really felt.
For this is another realm.
But again we are dropping.
We stop in a hollow stream.
Which was in a dreary river.
Dreary again, our mouths speak words.
We dream of nothing as we fall.
A hollow feel takes over our heart.
Jump up and down to make an impact on our soul.
That is all we feel when we are dropping.
Yet again, into another realm.
A realm, a realm, that is calling out our names.
Still the dreary calls melt away our minds.
Our souls flee up as we're dropping, dropping.
The dream world is now a reality.
We are now sleeping in the impact.
The hollow, dreary feeling of an unawake slumber.
The realm of a dream can cast a spell that's unimaginable.
As long as we are dropping, into a deep impact of sleep. |
"Do
not cry any more"
Hark the angel no more.
Bodies rest in a bloody stream.
Ripped away from the poor.
A calm rambling is no a screaming roar.
Humanity is no longer a team.
Hark the angel no more.
Crying sorrows locked into a drawer.
Poverty takes apart the dream.
Ripped away from the poor.
Hollowing silence was before.
God takes away from his ream.
Hark the angel no more.
All havoc washed upon a shore.
Every whisper is now a scream.
Hark the angel no more.
Ripped away from the poor
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