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letra de the almost people - east of the wall

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we fled this with lurching stride
we fled this, a burst of fire and pride
running away, no one can turn it around
fury, sound

smoke, it’s all those fires could sow
a prayer to sear the ground
a sole, raw plume in air, set to fall again

slowly watching the crash exploding in slow-mo
it went on and on

smoke, alive, its limbs encroach with heaving breaths like bray
the spires rise, cascade, and we’re overrun
in time we’ll dream this way
backdrop burned into the eye
it only shades how we haven’t won
and how much more to lose in that black eye

a golem congealing ash into form
filled in like bezalel, it’s real
willed up like fire
and to believe every homily shapes its mind
it’s real, it’s real

lines of the throngs ignite
and wails fall, drowned
it molted viscous and rank
wrong, yet alive
by morning eyes have coalesced
and leached off the light
reeling from qualia’s worst cryptic trial

so spread like wild
and flash down to soil
new heat wrapped around the stalks
what was once evergrown fuels best
and ends still

won’t you forget?
won’t you have had enough of quandaries?
what’s lost is lost
in the silence, after the eulogy
renounce all sides, all ties
“i’m done, i’m done.”
in the silence, it’s enough to yearn and sigh
“i’m done.”

- east of the wall

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