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letra de the grey kingdom iii - accent

the clear square tears his ears as if a pair of shears /
impaired what would ferry and carry fairy airlings through our hero’s sphere /
a glare is theirs but very scared one rears un-sparing spears /
that nearly sear whose daring is more fearless than the fiercest bear’s /
so there he steers, comparing gears and blaring bearer’s flares /
with sheer despair’s a tear appears parrying where i’d pierce his wear /
prepared he wears on where a weary swear he hears is shared /
his sneering beard is smeared ensnaring hairs with fairer feral care/

“beware his barrel” (gun shot) in the scuffle he pulls his knuckle /
the bullet bust(s) through the muscle and removes a chunk or two from him /
his fluids’ sputtered pool’s puddle oozes to under his shoes rubber /
his drool’s bl–dy “it’s too sudden” loses color and droops becoming it /
soon there’s nothing…………………… but a tooth in front’f’im /
two pull and one of them scoops to covet what’s loose from gums and is /
as useful as thumb prints, movement’s tough with each grueling function /
slowly up he stumbles woozily as if drunken to how the cruel the sun is /

“ooh it burns”. blindness, behind his eyelids on his iris /
are his horrors hours out of darkness when tomorrow’s sparkling /
orange aura’s ardor starts to warm the water’s arm discharges /
his cartridge had carved chests and cartilage in their karma’s carnage /
he barfs a large mess caused by the stink of rotting carc-ss /
mixed with the stench of the garbage cartons that’s thickened by the fire’s harshness /
he squints and marches limping farther startled still by our star’s glint /
then trips and falls stiffened, garments dripping onto where car’s skid /

black… then there, a man in an ambulance /
on a chair at a slant and barely catching any panting breaths /
for air to get to him random paramedics put their hands on him /
and spare him from a phantom’s stare of deadness, in a transient blend /
of awareness with the trance-like ‘mare his head’s in while they’re transplanting /
his carriage to a managed caree’s section of the damage den /
a caramel tinued damsel’s sterile utensils connect his branded skin /
never a twinge. “the name’s clara.” says her with a handsome grin /

and for a moment light becomes of her glowless grayish blur /
but changes for worse from snowy brightness unto the stone-esque shade it was first /
his face then turns to what’s broken knives cut both that painfully heard /
it frames a certain someone pointing higher so they may converse /
away that person jumps and boldly flies up towards the place she works /
he exclaims: “where’s my stuff, my clothes”. she signs him to where most hang their shirts /
naked, the nurse uncomfortably closes eyes, he goes to exchange the skirt /
and is erased when hers come to open widely. “oh but wait you’re hurt!” /

…after he departs, when our planet’s axis arcs /
what lasts of our vanishing star is tannish orange for latter parts /
of astral art. his half is parked where he’d asked he embark /
and the flapping scarves of their masking tarps dance and lark /
as he answers: “hark! your path is smart but rather hard /
and these drastic sparring matches are what have you marked with battle scars /
yet your practice mars the savage hearts of who attack and harm /
so when a badge is sp-rs- you’ll grant them war, you’re the “shadowguard””. /

(shadowguard, shadowguard) is if but a dream? /
‘cause that newer pal just flew through clouds, though in this city he’s seen /
some unusual nouns with inhuman prowess that exist in his streets /
congruous gowns but super powers are the difference between /
“what to do now?” have you run out of any pills for you to eat?” /
“it’s true i’ve counted few” his mouth says “you should visit aziz” /
in a swooping bound he shoots down about as swift as what’s breathed /
shoom’s the sound, if removes his cowl and is what he sees… /

(he is what he sees…) and if is waiting where he seeks doses /
the shade of his beaten sheet cloak and the paste of aziz’s bleached coat /
are adjacent so when they bleed slow are grey where they meet and be both /
his daze is extreme when he goes to state that: “i really need those” /
“great, please give me a moment”. he skates his seat to what’s feet close /
a safe with a secret breach code and a label that reads placebo /
he takes it and peals its sleeve off relaying the sweets in a weak toss /
“thanks aziz”. when he leaves though in his way is his eager ego /

“why keep and hide t–th?” cries he to a lie seen. /
“it might seem he’ll try and sweep the crime scene of his id /
but you’ll die fleeing to the side street of the five deceased, his type reaps
the finds greed provides each’s lives when demon slime heeds.” /
“i’ll succeed” in kind he redefines their team’s design, retreats /
and climbs to leap, his mind-reading guide foresees decline “such needless /
pride”. aziz beside agrees “the guy has freaked.” behind creeps /
demise for keen are eyes to beings blind from fleeting pipe dreams /

so their route’s to his view spot that’s across the street from sh-lly’s place /
from whereabout the suited cop he’d saw with speed had quickly raced /
to the warehouse where the tooth dropped and he lost to the beast who then escaped /
he’s there now on that rooftop but his thought streams who already waits /
“beware child, for if you’re shot and fall via a deadly fate /
i’ll fare foul and too trot in the hall deemed for men who are slain /
if you care about her, choose not, you ought to, please, but if you stay /
no prayers from mouths will boost you op, ‘cause crossing me is a big mistake” /

minus the apprehension of grasp on if’s information /
of why he’d have to prevent the exaction of vengeance chasing /
he tries to grab him but then he’s too fast so he can evade him /
his tiresome thrashing’s spent on the jabs that he gently sways from /
his mind reacts with indelibly masterful hitting placement /
“lies.” he bashes his head in establishing skin abrasions /
finally collapsing mentally frazzled and enervated /
subsiding if slackens, and unabashed by decisions made then /

he veers, unusually nimble and cuts the sky where blowing winds are formed /
this seer’s two feet lift him up and rise afloat a pending storm /
the blear of blooming drizzle touches eyes and soaks them when it pours /
which merely mutes the quip if summons snidely his whole intent is scorn /
his dear exuberant singer hums the lively notes of several scores /
theory proves much simpler once inspired, no one gets it more /
years removed since her what was white as gold is dimming for /
he peers into her window uttering “i don’t know you anymore.” /

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