Your goals hang in front of your eyes, but today
We awake to the dawn of a new vicious age,
Beckoned to the frontlines, to ease the pain from starving
Wild dogs are running, bearing their fangs to the scent
A kick to the head, a punch to the face,
Gaze upon the landscape for miles in a distance of
Shockwaves resound never felt in the bastions of madness,
the sun
I see no fascination, I see no spark of light.
Their
Behind the golden gates and the locked doors.
Away from where
Etched in the woodwork, the faint histories, the private shadows
One last night, one more breath, one step forward, then
When the street's symphonies meet the last opposition
to the
Next to nightmares, there are no dreams, shattered skulls in
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