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‘Subterfuge,

The unforgiven sight in my heart

blindfolds the truth in my heart.

The truthful giver lingers in my heart

as the lies unfold the truth in my heart.

The unholy driven wanders slowly in my heart,

now I fear the truth in my heart.

The hollies Ativan shadows the pain in my heart

as I blindfold the truth, unfold the past

and wander under shadows as I seek for my heart.

 

The dreams of thousand nights

seek throughout the eternal mind.

The truth of thousand lights

hide behind the shallow kind.

The envy of thousand wars

speak more for the blind.

The pain of thousand stars

have fallen in reality of humankind.

 

In tongue I speak

with the sorrow in my heart.

In sight I seek

for nothing more than my part.

In touch I tweak

the veins that connect to my art.

In scent I reek

follows nothing more than the truth of my depart.



 

‘This Sunday,

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