dove cries alone - no one to share her days with she chokes on the stale dry air of memories she chokes on the words she says to no one at night and whispers
we be? what kind of lives would we be living? what would we do and where would our paths take us without the whispered lies of angels... death to the
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I comfort you through every waking moment the pleading whispers of mother culture are spoken softly in my ears begging me to turn my back instead I shun her lies
the dreams that die tonight -and all the love in hearts grown cold -and all the beauty never known as heavens winds are rancid sweet as angels breath
to iron and asphalt dreams when nighttime stars flicker with grief and despair and dusk threatens senses too dazed to stay clear their heavens will beckon, and angels will whisper
of life bought and stolen with blood sweat and tears and the machine keeps pressing on our assault on the earth has taken its toll now devastation lies behind our sorrow the undying
your place ...and she writhes in tear-stained sheets through fevered nightmares and whispered screams gifts of filth from a heaven divine revealer of secrets and bringer of lies