This is the time when our paths align
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To use is to usurp
To claim is to convert
To pine and hope and dream and crave is tantamount
To creation

Celebrating my birthday on delay
With fun and games
And hell to pay

Do you think those we become tomorrow
Will forgive us
Or beg for mercy

Have you considered the flesh of kings
Have you tried going back for seconds
Let’s hold a vote
What say we all

I spoke to the stars
They heard your name

They never tell the stories
Of the candles
That held the flame

They were monsters
You locked her in a cage with monsters

And then wonder why
After years pass by
She comes out not the way you want her

An onion of dead skin
Peel the layers
Find yourself
Dig too deep
Find someone else

I walk alone
Avoid the crowds
Hold my breath when they pass by
I wash my hands for thirty seconds
Cause it’s my fault if I die