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can not believe I do not want to open up my eyes 
No more stumbling upon this wilderness place and look back and see the path taken by me Footprints

British, then American.
This feels wrong. It feels wrong. They're absent parties. 
This feels wrong. It feels wrong. 

And, we are traders, yes, by trade.

drowns in the heat
I'm trapped in the machine
My soul burns in the flames

I fall from wing of night
Through the corners of frigid time
You have never

But I want to be by her fears on the other side and show her how powerless they are
Behind that bright smile is a dark past that keeps feeding from her

tul na kaai

(Every bride has a Saloo'
all branches of the same tree,
yet you are incomparable)

Saloo da rang jaavNa
Koi pher na is jag aavNa
Challe

thunder is heard;
4 A powèrful voice is the voice of the LORD.
The voice of the LORD is majestic and loud;
5 By the voice of the LORD the great cedars are

Yes, I am a soldier
Promise I'll always fight in
The cause of justice
But I don't do it by order
I'm always an enemy to injustice

Voices crying in

A mighty and unprecedented thought

A vagrant memory from wilderness

Where the civil and the servant are sought

And tracing living death is

Here I am, sitting on my hands
Waiting for a friendly face
To let  me out of this place
To let me out of this nomans land

There you are, driving  in

it!

(Several of the pink daises turn white.)

(Enter the Red Queen)

The Red Queen: (Inquisition, to Alice) Where do you come from!?
Where are you

Hot Line

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

Middle East
You be marked by the beast, 
that decrease that black race that increase
Too much ocean, it get deep
For dreamers that's asleep
Blessed be

I'm signing off, baby, I'm signing off

I know my thumbprint been
Addicted to this fix
Of the majority, I need more vocal rap
But social apps are my

A riddle of nature, a puzzle unsolved, In the depths it dives, its mysteries evolved
With each passing day, new tales are evolved, In the harp of wilderness

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  Looking out across the lake, the geese are flying high
  Pulling north to spring ahead, winter leave behind.
  Underneath

yearning...
The will to kindle hellfire
And to pace the winding path
By way of the primordial sea
Through the wilderness of darkness
From the well of blasphemy

counting on me
I've got to get up and go there

If you only show me the way
Maybe I could make it to you
From the wilderness of decay
The sun is shining

the beginning again
now the world is ours
strange how things turn out sometimes
the years in the wilderness are left
behind
this is the return
this is the triumph

Wilderness below my feet
Just the thoughtless could dance
The rhythm of life

I had no time to hate
Because the grave would hinder me
And life was not so rich

polaroid
Days in the wilderness, lost in the emptiness
All my thoughts are clouded by the pitch black mourning of something long gone
A ghost without a name

burn like an angry star, 
just remember who you are.
Reach inside for the remedy... 
Turn the page,turn these shadows of this sabotage to rage,
Turn