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Too Many Grasshoppers To Maintain The Harvest


He ceased At once this dreadful land
What have you done to me?
My thoughts into a dream
Scrape out the eyes of those who've seen you
Your promise is safe with me
Take these nails and drive them straight through my wrists,
For my punishment is near
Transform my thoughts into a dream
Who am I?
I feel the sunset in my veins
The Stars came with me
Blood Red Sky
Look Inside Me
Father I'm Waiting







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