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Exile​´​s Anthology

by Perduratum

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Anachrony 01:07
2.
Assumption 05:36
Death is not a distant night waiting to shine, Our flesh is woven by his blood We're guaranteed the end, but we forget the way Pretending the eternal we stop burning, We feel misery when we know a short time, We seek soul because we are ashamed of our skin... we burn in life, taking in time, the wound of his going, Giving up to choose to appropriate a path on the skin, we will die in this life Talk seems like a distant night waiting to shine We look for words that will save us To feel that nothing will make us permanent But brevity impels us to desire Uncertainty is the beginning of movement At every step we are reborn we burn in life, taking in time, the wound of his going, Giving up to choose to appropriate a path on the skin, we will die in this life we burn in life, taking in time, the wound of his going, Giving up to choose to appropriate a path on the skin, we will die in this life
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Exiled from my flesh I live as a guest of my name; The disturbing mistake where the smile is not born. Black sun spring silenced with poison; The Metropolis of guilt with his hunting eyes (My shards dissolve) In a buried story. No memory of pain Dying my blood When the world turns what will become of me? Echo in the void When the clock keeps on Which hand will sentence my madness? Verb incarnate Thrown into a disguise Woven by the gaze of God, original sin Where the thought does not flourish, Lonely black voice That screams from the pores, Forced into the cure For asking for freedom Lie, Embody the mask, Falls into the abyss When the word turns what will become of me? Void in the echo When the time keeps on Which hand will sentence my madness? Verb incarnate
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Can you see how lonely we are when we talk? We share the same air but we can't understand each other Each word is worth its footprint Swallowing the same time, We are ineffable of statements age doesn't shape us. we are indecipherable space and time No one has same father, children of the voice; We suffer lethal effect of the invisible cruel We all come from the same chaos, we are children of the glance. We suffer lethal effect of the invisible cruel Who is able to resign the image that reflects in the mirror? Who dares to shed the name that yields a disguise? There is no beyond of time We're wearing an inconsistent object dressed by a Dark ghost. Something that's fallen since then: Our first loss of something nonexistant No one has same father, we are children of the voice; We suffer lethal effect of the invisible cruel We all come from the same chaos, we are children of the glance. We suffer lethal effect of the invisible cruel

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released October 10, 2020

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