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May your rivers guide me as I sail along your waters They shall carry me along and lead me home May I bleed into your ocean laying your arms As the river leads me to your soul In places where I cannot find a greater solace I seek you out like the sun at dawn Weak and powerless I cannot find myself to be Though I am as awkward as a fawn The grin on the jock-o-lantern glows a little brighter A candle flickers behind its teeth As if I were to swallow whole a golden apple As if I were to hide a smile underneath Leaving me room to breathe you stand a distance Between ivory pillars of Mount Olympus Begging for bread at the foot of a h

She is an ornamentation on your pride Crumpled up paper 'cause the inspiration has died Open her mouth full of tears of the dead and the dying Slit her throat and let her bleed upon you  if she's lying Look down her throat, it's not a tunnel of mainstream She dares you to cut out her heart and make her soul scream There is a soft wet place where slime adorns it It throws up a smile for whomever adores it It's the stomach filled with corpses of horses and mice Belonging below a rotting ribcage frostbitten with ice She's dead but she still breathes She's passed on but she still sees The terror, murder, screaming children in your eye

Mounted on  a horse of foolhardiness I was riding on my way to bereavement So subtly did the winds of change Alter my coarse of uncertain stale achievement. I exerted my efforts to ride on still On the reigns of trouble, festering ill Contradicting thoughts conquered my head As I proceeded to ride onto fields of the dead Where those past on and those before Had been swallowed by whales in forgotten lore Pressured by doubt and weakness I breathed through the fog and meekness I rode through the forest of burning trees On a dying stallion of a dying breed To the top of a mountain where hope draws near And the ability to fall di

I wait for your heart chained to the wings of a griffin Carried in his beak, your soul Long awaiting immortal horrors Cast upon the winds that blow Stained red feathers dipped in plains of gore He flies over battlefields and wages war Reprimanded for his philosophy Commanded under society's spell Though he revels in their weakness And welcomes them to hell I yearn for your heart chained to the wings of a griffin His wings beating hard, and strong His stance full of vigor And his tongue full of song May he fly near to me, though never can he reside Beside me with pleasure, unless we are to hide A hatching rests with mother For