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Lost
Good morning my son, watch the sun topping your dream.
In the future a future to see.
Morning or not, it's always too late.
Why do we live in the past?
A moment is just long enough for the next to erase.
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A fading dimension, with a link to the soul.
It feels like, no freedom, but life to go.
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I - hide the poet in silence.
Am - where the whisper still screams.
Lost - like a storm on the ocean.
Find me
Son - to my inner emotions.
To - kill the time on its way.
Me - bringing lies to the notion.
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You're blessed with the power of seeing,
What for others remains.
The violence, the torment, with who to blame?
Take a look at my life,
Encounter the ways protected by time.
It's buying, supplying and taking lives.
Take a look at this face,
The present disgust, tomorrows disgrace.
We're hiding, denying we're stuck to race.
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