waiting for this timeline to end
wasting my turns to see the end
siping my own blood with pleasure
and then sing
"dark as night these days become"
we are thieves of our own blood
blaming each other for no pleasure we got

sometimes i hear angels cring
for no crime we ever done

but to be in this rotten timeline
for no love we ever got
for no hope we ever had
and no future

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