Prophetic from Cemetery Preston by Greber

Like trying to catch rain in a civ half my life/Spent on attempts to pry laugher
from those I despise but smile towards/Dragging behind my denial with a wasted remorse and a jesters disguise/Disinterest towards those that don't add to my mess of an uphill sprint to attain something magic/Our captors jinxed with keeping us silent/Dividing shudders into conceivable itch/Daily reminders of victory's ills/Knighted by the flicker of a halogen flame/Lining my shrewdness with diamonds/Furnished dullness with colours oh so bright/Comb through the cancer that balloons through your day/Amongst demons you mimic and their delicate methods/Frequency spills out of Goodwill alarms/Your freedoms have ended, return to the mire/With my purest attempt to make love come alive/Failed like the rest of the beauty I've held/On rowed fields of curb I fly, high as I please/Soaring like an insect who longs for the flame.

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