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We walk the streets of time As if strangers... Disembodied
We walk the streets of time As if strangers... Disembodied tongues. Whose voice paints the mailbox? Whose feet sweep the church? The tide comes in, We...

I have stood on the edge Of disaster for far too long. I have
I have stood on the edge Of disaster for far too long. I have slept with poverty and injustice. I have been both hungry and homeless. And yes, i feel ...

While bees gather for judgement Oer flowers that weep. And
While bees gather for judgement Oer flowers that weep. And wolves turn in disgust, At the savagery of men. While patriots eat the flesh Of their child...