Poem remission of breath

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love's my hate, hate's my sin, (I) asked myself: has it grown in a year softer
scared of the world I've made, precious gift, have I grown in a year harder
one more war, numbers of, dying forour makin' of everlast nation
as i glowed (in) ruddy shades, pulsing pain, makin' me falling down
screamer sleeps inside, wherein the straight road no longer lay
I've come out to hide afraid of what our bodies made
one life's not enough to go against the one-eyed god
from the forgotten path I found myself astray
in need of war an battle
dance with virus of a lifetime
plaguing the world obstacle of
peace came when I lost my vital, my breath
war goes on, on without me
whispers on the disorder
talks to the dead, the dead instead of
triggering again the only path to lead us to the dawn
everywhere reflected patterns thoughts of images and numbers
fillin'forms of adoration as we make a sorry nation
see how death has grown it's album I can see myself in this dream
war between my virtue and vice

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