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Mired in illusion Lost in the masters game Silenced by the idea of time Nurtured with lies and deceit The

Beams of fire sweep through my head Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb I am no one now,

Stay with me awhile Rise above the vile Name my final rest Poured into my chest Into the orchard I

All of my stories are below (Below) Beneath the surface cannot grow (Grow, grow, grow) Curled and naked I defer (I defer) To

The anger, the pressure You’re choking down your words again Feel the nerves set in Unspoken frustration They see right

In the age of gold we sculpt with deads In the age of liberty the dread is reigning In the

Deep inside the eyes of the innocent child I witness the fire of life burning bright And suddenly everything’s seeming

Days vanish like hours — hours creep like days Pleasant pictures in my head Every breath like the wiff of