Please pry my beautiful darling
Please don’t hold back
Please pry on
You’re so full of grace
Oh yes I can move that boulder
But we have to act fast for I’m growing older
From birth we are inoculated with mortality
Which ends with our death
Dreams are wasted
Tears fused with the untameable
Fury and fire
Birth and desires
Nestled so quietly
in the hearts of the brave
We lost it all
In the vicinity of the weeping willow tree
sold it all for a tranquil soul
And a gods decree
Angels with broken wings
who fell in the mire
Now sing songs of their disgrace
Their skin’s pale
from inside radiates the loss of dignity
You can see that it’s all written over their faces
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