Tor Silvertongue

Though ships of wood have turned to steel,
And shirts of mail have turned to cotton
Rest your weary souls, my brothers.
For we have not forgotten.
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Chrysalis

My minds' got more bodies than graveyards,
Tears that fall like atom bombs
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Sir, I see you walking in my land,
Mighty sword and shield in hand.
You preach of this God,
This dying man.
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Looking in the mirror,
Hating my own reflection.
Shatter it into shards,
For my own protection.
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I step through these streets,
Trying to find myself.
My heart is gone, my life is empty.
My soul is lost, my love has died.
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Hatred
I hate this
I hate who I've become. More so than who I was.
I hate that I was every given a home
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Comfort under stars
I cannot find it
Except Inside your arms.
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Beautiful stars falling from the sky,
Impacting the world like shattered lives.
Why is it that something so beautifully innocent,
Can destroy everything that we love
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Let my words caress your skin,
As my hands slide like the feathers of a dove.
Every single breath that escapes my lips,
Glides rapture like a feather as light as love.
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The world once seemed bright,
I never thought we'd lose our way.
Until the day that I looked back,
And found that only two had stayed.
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The ravens whisper in my ear,
With Odin's pride in my heart,
I stand before you with no fear.
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She's the Alice to my Hatter,
I'm the Joker to her Quinn.
She keeps telling me I ain't crazy,
With that maniacal grin.
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