White Mountain

White Mountain

Hold on to your sorrows
Make home in your silence
Surface is salvation
Dreams overkilled again
And piled in white mountains


Death Clock

The Clock of Death

All is white in a burning world
JOYS OF an endless morning
All your fears are possibilities
You know, time lies
We're older BUT NOT WISER
Not enough to know when a kingdom is falling
Clouds in cold skies
We, ash from old fire
These are our dark works

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