The sea folds and rise violently
Trying to reach heaven intently
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So thus the words in my head
It keeps me from going to bed
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They want to depart the dreaming
To be born to the world streaming
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They want to be read by the living
To aid them grow and be forgiving
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To carry their tears across the distance
To build their courage with persistence
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I am oblivious to all until it is written
As time passes my soul is being eaten
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As a blacksmith of the ink and paper
This sword will be sharpened by taper
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It will pierce through your immorality
And release you from your mortality
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For reading we are human beings
Transformed into gods with wings
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In my Home / Saturday
22-03-2014 / 5:45 pm
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