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SOS and Smoke Signals

You come in here,
Burnt fingertips,
Darkness touching lips,
And all these lies.

Darkness starts to abound you,
And the light of my life starts to fade away.

Self destruction,
Self-destructive.
But, if you shift the blame,
While shifting eyes,
Shifting feet,
Shifting stories,
I become the destroyer, the one taking lives, and misplacing souls.

Destroying yourself, in turn destroying me…
…where thou diest, will I die.
And the light of my life starts to fade away.

Tears fall hard on deaf ears,
Pain passes unseen by turned blind eyes.

Ignorance is bliss,
Bliss is the deception,
And the deception comes again,
It is the destroyer of things.

But I will not let him take you,
I will mark this sign upon my house,
I will be in observance and bare reverence.
I will do all those things
And it shall pass over you,
And it shall pass over me,
And it shall pass over the fruits of the tree.

As it were before,
Yes, this too shall pass.

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