She Will Be Consumed By Fire

Harlots

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Death, interruptions in our time and space this is the beginning of the end the hope for change remains to wither and rot away we've turned this place into a vacuum life sucks out life in waves of tomorrow we fall into shadow no war is to be
won no choice will make you free life is born to be lost each day is cursed with every inhale and every exhale the mind cannot stay in limbo there is always a backdoor perfection is
imperfection through chaos I am as a child afraid to face the world alone I will endure true love would never fail where I
find desolation I will piss blood of truth there is no more passion through despair i seek solitude through solitude i find the truth there is always a truth that we cannot find and this
never ends the seasons will balance themselves out in the end.