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Stand on the brink of forever
staring at the swirling never.
There is no calmness here
in the end that's drawing near.
The present strewn about your feet
glowing in the future's heat.
Once you were history
and now you are legendary.
The past pumps in your veins
letting this moment rain on your cheeks
like a bloodbath in the street.
Making this breath
a invitation to Death
to rap upon your door.
And the gilded syllables you once explored
have trickled through your fingers
like waves against a river
and you're begging for your stars to shine
but all you taste is blood
and all you hear is wine
because your moon is now the sun
and your hour's stole away
because it's up, your time is out.
It's the end of days
staring at the swirling never.
There is no calmness here
in the end that's drawing near.
The present strewn about your feet
glowing in the future's heat.
Once you were history
and now you are legendary.
The past pumps in your veins
letting this moment rain on your cheeks
like a bloodbath in the street.
Making this breath
a invitation to Death
to rap upon your door.
And the gilded syllables you once explored
have trickled through your fingers
like waves against a river
and you're begging for your stars to shine
but all you taste is blood
and all you hear is wine
because your moon is now the sun
and your hour's stole away
because it's up, your time is out.
It's the end of days
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