The moment, the breeze, the feelings that touch
our most inner-self with such meaning and love,
the lust, the grin, the eyes locked together in place
its such, a sin, because through time it turns to hate,

only breaks come with broken bones and even in broken homes
they're stood a moment when the alone was peaceful and solemn,
the minutes pass as i long to stop em' let them slip through my hands
and turn themselves to mongrols and bring devastation to the lands,
it's the second when your mother survived the car accident, that call
the inner lift up, to the point where you can see beauty on dry walls,
hope, fear, worry, take the hand's of the clock, wind up, slap time
it turns that moment disgusting, the monitor unexpectedly flatlines,
you meet a girl for the first time, beautiful, perfect match, same age
the sex was the most perfect moment, until you find that she has aids,
anger and rage, you beat the shit out of your enemy, jaw= boot through
and you feel victorious, until he's on the ground and he shoots you,
it is not going to be alright, if it was perfection would exist in life...
and i believe in moving on...the only thing that i want to stop...is time...

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