Empty words
Which we chose to believe
Empty words
Never meant to deceive
We fill ourselves with promises that could never be achieved
Our true love an empty love
Cleave
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Empty words Which we chose to believe Empty words Never meant to deceive We fill ourselves with promises that could never be achieved Our true love an empty love Cleave 
White sepulchre, sinners absurd and infidel, Old Horny’s herd shoot up, monotheistic meth animism devolved, Heqet’s death 
There’s this problem The blame A cold desire to heal the shame By cutting shallow, wishing deep Waiting for the blood to seep 
Moonbeam silvers leaves Sunlight edges waves Dragon's breath shrouds lofty peaks Beauty soon swallowed within shadow |
