Sinister Dreams

[tadpole25]

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hard rock, grind, rain sands of time
collide, brains strains and plans defied
planets time and stranded by the last thread
dead alive but i'd be dead in time before
those who wait to find the nothing ahead
to dread the wind back of the clocks to
add the sums pulse of shocks reverberate
the funds, circulate the ones, dusty crates
in tons, of the keeper who watches, who
guards, the plate of glass that made it back
cracked and placed in shards that make the
scars of who we are to what we wait for where
we go for the hearts of us who harbor trust
to demons down below


eyes of coal, palace of old, goals unfold, chalice of gold
the tridents goads, such defiant screams of the tyrants
sold to those who hope and dream of a destiny that
thats blessed to be better than only one of promising
hopes to those who are lonely to those who seek for
those to be ones that need a rope to see and climb
the light and dark, whole and part, wont be enough
to the cure of the blind, or a purer mind, courses
wind, pour the glasses of wine, in ashes stirred in time,
hurt by the line, in which we drew to see it through
that we have not lied