Rising<\/b><\/p>\n
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Monks that chanted clung to bells that firmly standeth<\/p>\n
With such clamor, forced with swinging, and a ringing no longer cometh dreams of angels singing<\/p>\n
So the hissing sickle to the wheat and the servants that did plead<\/p>\n
A harvest that was promised now a hallmark mephitic an alarmed<\/p>\n
Signifying the delusion of mass conformity\u2019s\u00a0inclusion<\/p>\n
And with a pair of eyes upon that old unquestioned effigy, I sat at the corner of cathedrals planted and blurring into perigee<\/p>\n
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Falling<\/b><\/p>\n
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Beneath the beaten path of stamped hooves above the dirt and grass, your days are like years and my years your days\u2014the drying mud the roof of graves<\/p>\n
To delay the drapery of the mantle, the maiden in her crimson garb did handle such trembling hands as sunbeams kissed her broken fingers<\/p>\n
Inside the fortress where thine Superman lay dead, in a tomb, a cold deep abyss never ending with its rearing head<\/p>\n
Beheld the dawn galloped through the foggy wall, and so the voices that once kept you and rendered you at all, supposed a treatise begging for you once for all<\/p>\n
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Pulling Up<\/b><\/p>\n
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The son would not die, despite the three day bite of the cold breath of winter, and the father had sent three kings to ensure the success of life but with a sigh<\/p>\n
And so I set out and descended aback the beast\u2014my downward spiral, holding firmly eyes wide open, clenching teeth as blood did pour<\/p>\n
At the bottom I beheld him and I leaped for knew I must<\/p>\n
I did trust my desperation as I heard my body aching with a dying and a crying never more<\/p>\n
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My hands clamped about his neck and gasped and grunted with much begging he did plead and although there were no thirty pounds of silver, I would do it again and again<\/p>\n
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For Free<\/p>\n
\u221e<\/p>\n
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