Madness

The new age born it runs with roars

and savage frailties of it's ear up youth

Seem married to a reflection of clowns

The fringes have deepened their frays

and long are this nights arms holding to their tattered torches

The fabric tears and tears become them as more of valor succumb and quest with a higher knights cause

No acts heal my hearts dissections in the darkest souls delights, from here I must if taken, march through the razored maw

Tunnel trek the rubbled shit to different light

With an ass a man or both or brothers

Solo or solid in tuned to anothers

Each in silent personal musics of hope and lost to the eternity of a valid prayer

-Hermit King-

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