Behind this screen
Beyond this imposing appeal
Something that makes its point
Something that is real
maybe making sense is overrated
Maybe alotta things
Where the red skies burn
Where angels shed their wings
Proliferate this play
like any of it mattered
this world where scars come easy
hearts get shattered
like knots that are binding
like a voice that never sings
sustaining a sphere of nothing
in a land of toppled kings
withheld as the treasure
to make the rich feel flattered
in this land without voice
as if any of it mattered
Where angels shed their wings
Hearts get shattered
in a land of toppled kings
as if any of it mattered
more than the words
more than the verse
beyond this realm
it feels less like a curse
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