Mercyground
(Indisponível)
Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm Hides in the softest eyes
And ponderous smiles manifest denial But heavy heartless Conscious of our load
Hurled by dreams into a separate world We dig the thoughtless earth
With fingers lighter than the breath Of lifeless minds awaiting death On this Mercyground
What may transpire in this stagnant posture Tradition multiplies
Where repetition reigns and the air smells of age And prayers of sightless Blind us to the earth
Disenchantment sings in voices fortified Our sleep is justified
Prone and weary from descent Our eyes reflect empyrean On this Mercyground
Safe inured we lay to rest Pinioned by our helplessness On this Mercyground
Empty smiles drag us down Until we softly kiss the ground And all movement is lost
Silently we all sink down Embraced within this Mercyground And all movement is lost
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