

Abandon HopeABANDON HOPEAbandon Hope
A symphony beneath me and my lyric unheeded
The finale begins with a stanza far from completed
Oblivious from it all, everyday the same routine
Our equal conflict somewhere in between
The merriment of choices taken in
Without guilt, the obtainable pleasure of sin
This ballad is not the usual reflection
Break the mirror and see your true perfection
Their true orchestra unknown
Another song forced to be alone
The simplest melody can take us away
Just another, modern ballet  
Anotha Gurl
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Death comes on swift wings to those whom sorrow he brings.
§eth
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My chest is aching, it burns like a furnace. The burning keeps me alive - Byrne
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Set atop these odd beliefs and quirky traits, however, was the mind of a supreme genius...
Remember that.
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mMARTIN DOTY
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Death comes on swift wings to those whom sorrow he brings.
§eth
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