Riding Deadhorses Is A Fucking Curse

War From A Harlots Mouth

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Do you see the mines
Paving my way?
I avoid them
Resisting the force pulling me
Down

Rip the noose
Regain strength
Again and again!

Where is the justice?

When I - awaken, I dream
When I asleep, I'm alive
Hiding in the world
Giving me warmth

The rising sun stings me like a
Smoldering knife,
Bringing me back into this much to
Earthy world

Where are the colors?
Where is time's pulse?
Putting an end to all this