birds of a feather
water under the damn
bear the crosses
outside the boxes
of doom on a post in japan
she sang the dirge
he swallowed the urge
park it where ever you can
rumors of ghost
your one with the host
the kingdom now covers the land
sounds of the gods
the smile of frauds
indulge thy single command
something from nothing
love for the glory
grace in the palm of your hand
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