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letra de tommorow's carrion - mark lenover

the sower flagged, the reaper mourned
and madness took on many forms
a mirror-studded wilderness
mesmerized the dispossessed
and each looking glass despoiled its beholder

we never thought the ancient waves
could hold our insubstantial weight
while rudderless, we pitched and leaned
as below decks our children dreamed
of splinterеd masts and hailstones like boulders

whеn the fear comes, you’re alone
yet your thoughts are not your own
is there no way to atone
for the things you’ve done?
the gods you turn to, to forget
the fatal hour’s advancing threat
and a legion of regrets
desert you one by one
silence can weigh a ton

the passion trails a crimson thread
from darkness to the fountainhead
but most don’t see it anymore
they don’t know what they’re looking for
as the years fly past, and the winters grow colder
when the evening comes, kneel and pray
for the strength to turn away
from the pleasures of the grave
and so-called oblivion
acrimony can fester with age
faith is not an iron cage
the world is more than a
buckling stage
for tomorrow’s carrion
to butcher their lines upon

- mark lenover

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