Dust off the ground
Dust rains into my eyes
To dirty, declining with maddened sound
Shooting pain unto the skies
Leaving blood to rise,
Murky sighs, and deathless scries
It is all dust, it is all pain,
An evil to leaden the heart
To sever away from the sane
And turn ~ and turn to sorrow’s part
Dust….
Can one just~
Just, just, just erase
And abscond empty space
Just, just, just for that face
Of pleasant place
Just, just, just furiously race
Before it begins to rust
Just before it is nevermore
Before blackened becomes the core
Convince, persuade, before the dust
Just…
Tell it, was it meant to be?
Is heaven alive or a lie?
A fakened wonderful sea
Where one can see a golden sigh
A myth, just a myth
~No!~
Just, Must, Listen with
Open heart,
Just burn the dust,
It will fall, with season
But always just
Fling it to hell’s call
For keeping it there is no reason
Just…rid…rid of the dust

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