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What We Aren’t Saying
Faces laughing, awash in a bloodred glow Whispered truths lost beneath the conversation Glimpses away into secret places…
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Strange and Distant Sea
Your touch was lightning in the freezing rain The main line plugged straight into a nerve As the sky screamed overhead…
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It Comes Crawling
Fear the waking nightmare out among the dunes It comes crawling over sands that move like water to this harbor in the dry mountains bent on awakening the forgotten ways…
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A City Made From Ashes
Scars cut deep by the witching blade spell out the rites of sacrifice made to what beast may watch from the shadows…
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At the Edge of Waking
Those images that come at the edge of waking weave lies I believe with all my heart only for a moment before the supports break pillars crumble and the fortress falls into the sea…
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Away Into Unknown Sin
All the many passageways Between truth and something darker Stretch unbroken across the holy lands And lead away into unknown sin…
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Where the Sky Begins to Fall
Point out to me the road away from evergreen Where the forest grows sparse and the sky falls Flowing like rain to fill in the empty spaces…
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You Were Never Lost
You were never lost to the mist of dead time You went there willingly, triumphant in defeat With a voice of thunder crying out over fields of drought…
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Broken Things
Gather round this flame with all the rest and listen to talk of broken things in these catacombs of all we never said…
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Midnight Things
Wake to a world that raves at its own reflection And listen to the lies it tells Midnight things that almost make sense But fade away with the morning and leave you…
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The Lives of Others
Out among the places where rats live with vermin the voiceless masses protest their lack of anything to say by striking out blind against a world that swallowed them…
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Down the Hall
There’s noise coming from down the hall And the walls seem like they’re breathing A tired routine has brought me to this place To sit for a while with evil and hear its thoughts…
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In the Still Madness
In the still madness of night I came awake And listened to the whispers in the hall Footsteps coming and going, laughter in the dark…
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Across the Dead Valley
It was out across the dead valley Engines grinding against the strain Blue smoke released to trace the movement of the air Leaving behind clues to its own existence
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Markings in the Sand
From outside these walls absolution is a memory And exaltation seems a thousand miles away But I’ve seen the faces in the hall of deliverance Longing for all they were promised…
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Mitchel David Ring 