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Another Mount
These words are short.
My path is consisted of strife
Like some bird flying with clipped wings,
I'M CRASHING UPWARDS!!
These words are short.
An impending doom that makes me better.
I am drawn into the gravity of the moment.
Wandering minds will learn
And again I am the creep.
I see the scale of the mountain
And David is not in his office today.
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No Gods. No Kings.
Not all beliefs and ideas are equal.
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