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DeletedUser28032

8146

Our new gods are empty like the holes in our heads, We dance upon the alter of envy and hubris.
A scourge of narcissism reaps depression in black waves, If this is your salvation, you better pray
 

DeletedUser28032

8149

Pray to music, build a shrine, worship in these desperate times
Fill your heart with every note, cherish it and cast afloat
For God is in these clef and tones, salvation is found alone
haunted by this melody, music's here to set you free
 

DeletedUser13682

8155

*yawn*

It is and also a long held tradition that predates pretty much everybody in this section of the forums.
 

DeletedUser28032

8162

Today I sleep in the chair by the window, it felt as if you'd returned
I thought that you were standing over me, when I woke there was no one there
I still love you, girl from Mars
 
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