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Hunger Strike
Over Mountain's snow covered peaks
Far away in a land of little Compassion
Fly birds with Secrets hidden in the corners of their Mouth
They try to speak it to the Winds but there are no such Words
Their wings beat against skies polluted with Grief
Tainting their Souls and dissolving their Hearts
The Clouds rest heavily on bodies weak
They wish they had not Seen what they can not tell
The Image of Despair
The cries for Hope
The restless desperation of Nothing to come
The Strike put on for no other Sound can ever be Heard
No hit can ever touch the Numb nor break the Senseless
The passing of aching time, until Death takes a hold
And the Hungry suffers together for the Cause of being free
In a world where No one is
And the birds with Golden feathers and
Cavities where their stomachs once were
Drops exhausted from the Skies
Far away in a land of little Compassion
Fly birds with Secrets hidden in the corners of their Mouth
They try to speak it to the Winds but there are no such Words
Their wings beat against skies polluted with Grief
Tainting their Souls and dissolving their Hearts
The Clouds rest heavily on bodies weak
They wish they had not Seen what they can not tell
The Image of Despair
The cries for Hope
The restless desperation of Nothing to come
The Strike put on for no other Sound can ever be Heard
No hit can ever touch the Numb nor break the Senseless
The passing of aching time, until Death takes a hold
And the Hungry suffers together for the Cause of being free
In a world where No one is
And the birds with Golden feathers and
Cavities where their stomachs once were
Drops exhausted from the Skies
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