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Into the hell we go
Drive the pure of know
Sleep in the keep
Call out the wealth they keep
And amen I grow
In heart felt growth
Just as man bequeath
Sleep into the dream
Not a shell on the shore
A burn of sand and more
Yet the water turns to brow
Every purest drowns
Silent drops in cores
Hell escapes
Just a bit too late
All is left to fate
Dreams into sleep
Bequest is man and man
Burned by woman in sand
Growth is tavern turned
But we cry in death
Dye is more than color turned
Last of youth is lesson learned
Into the hell we go
Gun toted foes
Drive the pure of faces known
Sleep in purple deep
Call out the wealth dread deceives
Grains mix and meld
In heart felt tries
Just as man dries
Sleep into nightmare dream
Not a shell conceived
A burn of sand in time
Yet the water is wine
Every purest sighs
Silent drops in stone
Hell escapes through broken gates
Just a bit flame turned by tears
All is left to break hearts on a stake
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