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Apr 12
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Inside artillery

It seems you guarantee some sort of divine
You can take me wailing to places
Where’s no affliction or pain
Similarities seem to weight a wage
With no room for redundancy or blame
While I commit to the tendency
To live them both the same

You’re feeding my needs
Like the blood in my veins
Speeding through my arteries
My preferable diversity
How I need your artillery
To protect me from myself

Surround my lonely fears
From the roads on which I stay
And drive me to a place far away from here
I don’t want to look back anymore
Can’t bare the sight of it no more
Please just drive me away from here

Take me wailing to the places
Where’s no affliction or pain
Where waves can come roll in through the tide
And where only simple matters can find their way
That’s where I want to stay
To lead my countable sorrows astray

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