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The Going Offs

Enigmatic Plague

Fragile Mermaid

The Silence Is Violent

Parachute World



Sorrow's Last Page

The Division Of Those

The Sun Knew Wise

Bethroned The Crowd

Memorial To Our Memories

The Raven Chair

Apparition Zeta-43

Armory XII

The Amber Ones

With Lips Sown Shut And Eyes Wide Open

Dragon's Scale

Availance

Snowflake Symmetry

The Unguided Destiny

Somewhere Better

Fašade

Gargamessiah

You Are Poison To The Trees

Mud Kept Slander Fields

Oh Sleeper

Opposite Reaction

Demons Don't Kill They Steal

Full Set Of Ribs

Blackness

Lost To Time

Demon Doors

Thirsty Drink

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Mud Kept Slander Fields

There is this double
standard I live with.

Somehow I know
where you went wrong
but don't deliver the goods
to make right, by myself.

I live like a violin 
that plays beautifully
but if someone says
sympathy, maybe

I go into a waltz.
Should crusade into
a battlefield with only
a song, or journey
past myself into 
a unopened tomb.

But I still try to understand
what this meant, I do it well.

Perhaps it is that mud on me
that makes me well,
and if it tarnished well 
slander as well, 
make it work 
for you.
Do it right,
remember who
you are.
Dirty as hell.







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