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In - The father in name

I spoke, left unheard
Nagged, embarrassed and disappointed
Such i did not know
Lessened

Would it kill him to listen
Would it to understand?

About him, mystery
To father or be one
I can't tell

In waters of hate
Grounds of rage
Our ties

Nevertheless
A father in name
Is one dead

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An innocent gavel

A target for another aim
Hesitation, mercy
Pull, cruelty
Whom and what i have no clue

On the ground we lay
Hopeless and helpless
The tone, buzzing
Scent too familiar

A pulse will do fine
Like an innocent gavel
When odds are against

The future is domed
A coup of extinction
To whom or what
Best believe monsters, among-st us

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Presents - The strangers we were

I have had it with you
The nerve in lies
From when it wasn't
To where we are

Have thoughts torment
Memories i wish
with their sensation i never did
Had to have if knew

Done is done
Whose to judge, had
There would never been us
Right when strangers we were

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Presents - Far from the view

Out in the woods
Under the stars, the moon
By the shores, far from view
One`s lost the view

With the warmth of the borne
A long a past dearly hold
Like lips to be gazed
Tempting and drowning

How it was
Where and when
A story untold
An unguided course
Tormenting the core