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| oblivion |
I've come back to you
but you are angry with me.
Hissing, spitting, screaming.
Don't send me away again
shelter me in your blackness.
Please save me from the voices.
The Morning Star, The Light,
and The One with Perfect Beauty.
White, red, black and pale horses
burning flesh and broken wings
fires, flames, disease and acid rain—
the battle rages on.
But no one seems to care
anymore who dropped the bomb
on the little yellow children.
The fools who think they can
stop the voices are now joining in.
They've seen me and I cannot hide.
Riding on white horses,
they come galloping to the shore.
Get out of my head, I cry.
But no one cares.
I kiss your lips— salt and brine.
I am sure it's not tears
but it’s too late for doubts.
but it’s too late for doubts.
I walk into your embrace
and into the abyss
and into the abyss
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