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If the world will end despite your flaming throat,
Would you bide your time,
Or reach another result?


Oh is it really that bad,
To make such beautiful prose?
Yeah true or not,
I'm still the king of my own show.

Cuz I was working on an answer but I guess I lost my feet.
It's all a little too convenient but
At least I kept my seat.
So I grip the ancient pages
Oh my knuckles turning white!
I swear I'll never tear them outside


But you can lose your head to some place in the the clouds.
And you dont really see whatever isn't allowed.
Or even worse your waiting patiently for a pen
And if there's nothing happening then you should look harder my friend!

And then all at once it happens you can see what it all means.
And so I'm rushing towards the ground now I'm staring at my end.

But in a momentary flash I see the place that I messed up.

I could have sworn there was an author but I guess I got mixed up

That's wild.
That's wild.

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from Fire, Then Rain, released June 24, 2012

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