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Timeless Love

This is the

Timeless trap

When we fail to see

Because we don’t want

To fail with our love

Still just because of this

We do it

Again and again

Failing to see

What is going on

And then waking up

In a much worse position

Than before

Still the light will fall

The same way

Anyway

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Dark matter

Driving through the north outskirts

Mixing old pagan landscapes and

Daft commercial spaces

Here and there Ghettos like

Fortresses on hills

Fast passing them by on the highway

While the snow keeps falling

Making the road risky

And slippery

This is my scene

My so called reality

Still an illusion

However much it hurts

Whatever happens

Happens beyond

This scenery

Inside of us

Here in between

Matter and space

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Bad News

A bad story is always a bad story

Never mind what you do

The very foundation is weak

Standing on sand that quickly

Slips away at night

Start over my friend

Before the sunken costs

Will sank you to in the sand

Like a drag

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Traps

Trapped in between

What once was

And

What is going to be

I drop my mind, prejudice and thinking

Meeting my demons at the door

Alone facing the nightmare of

Bad existence

Love is not

Hate is not

But I am

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Suburban Hell

This is like living in hell

This is hell

Welcome

Welcome to the slow death

Between clean sheets and blackened windows

Welcome to die my friend

Here you will not by war

Only by the war in the mind

Here it does not matter

Here you do not matter

Here nothing is important

Except

Safety, security, profit

For the wealthy

Here we found the solution

To everything

But never mind

Welcome to white hell of the north

Were the sun loses its heat

And the hope is deep frozen

Welcome to our emotional tundra

Forever and ever

This will not change

Never mind the summer

Or the heat wave

We conquer the human mind
We have all the answers

Welcome to our pleasant hell

In the north

We are so good here

We do everything right by the book

Here in Hellville

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Slowly Dying

Moving around on

The frozen tundra

Along with the other

Lost soul who ended up here

In the far north

The place where you find

Yourself out of life and lust

Just empty cold days without

Meaning and hope

Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)

To home losing the last feelings of

Hope and Joy