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So you live in the bottom of the sea,. And you kill all that come near you. But you are very lonely, because all the other fish. Fear you. And you crave companionship and someone to call your own;
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At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent,. Is moved into action and their pace does not relent. In step, with great precision, these dancers of the night. Advance against the darknes
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(Hammill). . Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity. Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder. I trace it's patterns in me. Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again. Boats burn the bridge in the
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Yes I live in the black woods, where you dare not even. Speak my name. If there is evil in your heart and you will come near to me you will. Lose your sane. My form is mystic, but my heart is pure
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(Hammill). . Lacking sleep and food and vision. Here I am again, encamped upon your floor,. Craving sanctuary and nourishment,. Encouragement and sanctity and more. The streets seemed very crowd
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(Hammill). . He's a man of the past and one of the present,. A man who hides behind a mask behind a mask;. A clown, a fool, believing it cool to be down. Or that the game is all about who laughs
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(Hammill - Jackson). . Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast,. He looks into the future and remembers what is past,. Wonders what he's doing on this battlefield,. Shrugs to his shadow, im
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(Hammill). . Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity. Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder. I trace it's patterns in me. Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again. Boats burn the bridge in the
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(Hammill). . Slow motion in the quiet of the room;. So potent is the smell of her perfume. That you think she's eternal,. That you think she is everything. But no-one knows what she is. Repenta
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(Hammill). . Continuing the story, humanity stumbles -. Gone is the glory, there's a far distant rumble. The clouds have gathered and exploded now. Axes shattered, there is no North or South. Fa
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(Hammill). . Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now. Dumb. What have we become?. What have we chosen to be?. Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of. Our name-. Nothing can eve
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N. Was somewhere years ago and cold. Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old. S. Was birth to pleasant lands, but dry. I walked the waters' depths and played my mind. E. Was dawn, comi
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(Hammill). . You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind;. In viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glide. It's all too beautiful. For my mind to bear. And, as we shimmer into sleep, something
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