But murmurs do excite you
Cut up into wares and wastes blending in the wake
Bleeding in the day
Boys on the walls stare in anguish
Trapped in a frame and glazed over in printed death
Begging for another chance to be remembered
As more than a photograph
Take a picture it'll last longer
6 seconds too long 6 seconds too late
We spill and fill over and under
Hell welcomes you in the icy wastes
'The warrior-poet has passed on' and we make way
For a weaker state
of mind slow the pace
yet I don't know how and
I can't wait
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