Procreation of the damned
We rely solemnly on how
The antidote, no cure for the sane
The answer lies nowhere in between
Anesthetize
Sedate our children's bowels
Hovering towers ripping the sky
Open, drenched in human flesh
Old triangles, spawning new
Wealth due to sorrow
Limb by limb, we climb the dead
Wrestling on to raise our pride
Blindfolded, in constant search for more
Always kiss the flesh of thorns
Never face defeat
The antidote, no cure for the sane
The answer lays nowhere in between
Lazarus
Breathe once more
Retrieve an infant
To rule them all
Cast aside
All beauty adorned in pride
Tend the seed once kept alive
And so we all relive our past
To see it all
The way our world went by
Stepping down
From this throne of glittering stars
The prince of ashes
Embraced by the sun
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