beaten to the bunker
fast
safe haven here just doesn't
last
soul dead leaders still thirst for
blood
waiting for les fleurs du mal to
bud
we run like mad unto the
sun
unto the brink
oblivion
i saw one petal coming
free
it's all our hope for you and
me
and everyone just spinning
'round
dreams rise and then they come to
ground
i kissed your lips and then we
climbed
or fell along combatant
lines
divest from all that went
before
a world history fraught with
war
as shooting stars soar over
head
wish we were there not here
instead
pinned against the tired
battlements
for man's ill-advised
entanglements
come again unto the
heart
it's all that sets one's hopes
apart
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