Proletarian
Hell is their Home.
their Heaven is an Illusion
waiting to become a Reality.
Traveled miles, only to discover that they have Walked back wards.
Can't see the Light, but they know it's there.
Some-where.
Walking in a Place where they dont have a Shadow,
a Place where it's only they, who can hear the Screams.
A Place where Demons feast, & where Angels wings are cut.
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Proletarians, Cutting Air for the Breath.
Bread acquired in the Dark where Flames is a luxury.
Wires snap, Broken--Hearts collide.
Air compressed to explosions of Energy through-out the Temple,
rising to the Top.
Red Doors opening to Hell,
unwillingly they are being pushed through.
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Proletarians, waking for the Volume,
Intaking percentage to stop the Clock.
Not realizing the Clocks Counters has elapsed faster than anticipated.
Their consumption of the Transparent,
is breaking them down slowly.
Waking up in pain,
but still continuing walking the same Road.
Death, awaits around the corner,
ready to receive another Lost Soul.
their Heaven is an Illusion
waiting to become a Reality.
Traveled miles, only to discover that they have Walked back wards.
Can't see the Light, but they know it's there.
Some-where.
Walking in a Place where they dont have a Shadow,
a Place where it's only they, who can hear the Screams.
A Place where Demons feast, & where Angels wings are cut.
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Proletarians, Cutting Air for the Breath.
Bread acquired in the Dark where Flames is a luxury.
Wires snap, Broken--Hearts collide.
Air compressed to explosions of Energy through-out the Temple,
rising to the Top.
Red Doors opening to Hell,
unwillingly they are being pushed through.
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Proletarians, waking for the Volume,
Intaking percentage to stop the Clock.
Not realizing the Clocks Counters has elapsed faster than anticipated.
Their consumption of the Transparent,
is breaking them down slowly.
Waking up in pain,
but still continuing walking the same Road.
Death, awaits around the corner,
ready to receive another Lost Soul.
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