There's a strange feeling that grows where the mountains glow|
Lilacs mascaraed an earthy feel|
Glares pass cadences from poems of past|
Holding reverence in an ever-changing world|
Weighing upon Atlas' shoulders|
Strength comes in vexing times|
Through smiles and gales|
The concoction of a tragedy never fails|
As we plunge towards the depths of a well|
Our voices recorded and echoed where we fell|
The story will be foretold as a myth once experienced|
Expired from memory|
Bellowed from a clergy|
The cycle ending with a cry from her belly|
Lilacs mascaraed an earthy feel|
Glares pass cadences from poems of past|
Holding reverence in an ever-changing world|
Weighing upon Atlas' shoulders|
Strength comes in vexing times|
Through smiles and gales|
The concoction of a tragedy never fails|
As we plunge towards the depths of a well|
Our voices recorded and echoed where we fell|
The story will be foretold as a myth once experienced|
Expired from memory|
Bellowed from a clergy|
The cycle ending with a cry from her belly|
These are wonderful words.
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